I wish that I was amazing, wonderful, fabulous.
I hate it right here, I wish I was somewhere else.
This sucks, who would want to live here?
It's so dull and boring and depressing and terrible terrible terrible.
The phone is ringing and it's some old guy who used to go to the church I was forced to go to with my parents who moved to new mexico.
Why is that guy calling here? That guy never calls.
I hope it wasn't anything important, because I didn't answer the phone.
But then again, when do I ever answer the phone?
I get to see my bff4lyfe tonight at 8:30.
At 12 I'm talking to my another friend who, may I add, is NOT mad at me :D:D
I wish that there was something to do around here other than chainsmoking and eating vegetable soup.
I want and need to take a nap.
But my napping plans never work out because I'm such a procrastinator that I can't even get myself to go to my room and go to sleep. Man.
Last night I thought that there was something wrong with my brain, and a part of it had in some way ruptured and was leaking out in my skull.
Needless to say, I was quite frightened.