Burnage
Tokio Hotel concert… today and yesterday in NYC…. *cries* So close yet so far… And I’m tired like I don’t even know what. What’s even worse was that French was a bitch today, and Health was (as usual) annoying. I mean, really. It was irritating as hell. I’m not even really sure what I’m writing right now.
Ah, and my mom’s reading my story. Last night she said to me, “There’s a lot of kissy-kissy stuff going on…” My thoughts at that moment: “OH REALLY? Come on, I’m a teenager! Plus, romance sells books!” All that aside, I’ve officially started my sequel. Thing is, I don’t really like it, so I may restart it. Agh, so much fun with that… not.
Then tomorrow I have to go in for a meeting with my adviser… who for some reason can still not grasp the fact that I need to finish editing it before it can go into Lulu.com, which makes my life very stressful. What’s even worse for my stress levels is the fact that I hate my French teacher (followed by everyone else in the class); I’m not learning anything in French (yet again followed by everyone else in the class); my Math class is noisy, therefore making it hard to concentrate; my sister’s a brat; high school complications (nuff said); my passion project (my story, with the publishing and such); and more that I cannot think of at the moment.
Aside from that, I have one more day to do my book report and one more day to study for Finals, all because of LEAP YEAR! On the more depressing side of that, that means I have one more day of French to go through with, one more day to wait for spring break (and to go to Florida), one more day to wait for school to be out for summer, one more day to wait to be 14, and one more day to wait for all this other stuff. That makes me sad inside.
Blah. I have nothing to do. Ha, I shouldn’t be saying that. But still, I don’t have anything to do that I want to do. Besides watching TV. And damn it, Margie’s got me hooked on Gilmore Girls. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY MARGIE! I AM SUFFERING THE ANXIETY OF NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENS AT DEAN’S WEDDING! (God, I’m so late in the series, I’ve only watched about 10 episodes altogether in my life.)
And, I have rained on Lenna’s parade. I told her that Garrett Hedlund smokes. She loves him. She hates me for telling her. HAHAHAHA. Take that fate! I no longer am obsessive and/or passionate about Garrett Hedlund! I still think he’s good-looking. Not crazy anymore, though. Ha, ha, go and sigh your relief filled sighs Margie and Marie and/or whoever I’ve forgotten. Hell, laugh at me if you want. Whatever, do the hokey-pokey and get it over with, you turkeys.
Ah, another message to Margie (I know, I’m almost done); THANKS FOR THE BIG-ASS BRUISE THAT NOW RESTS ON MY LEG WHERE YOU KICKED ME.
Okay, that’s really all this time. Drive safely.
