she couldn’t help thinking that there

was a little more to life somewhere else. Know what I mean, man? Most of the time I just want to GTFO of this place. Because it’s hot. And it has no skyscrapers and not enough gay people.

Marching band is starting again, albeit for the last time. I’m going to make it awesome this year or die trying. Not that it ever hasn’t been awesome. But, still.

I wanted that Cherokee so bad… Lame parents. Mostly, though, I just want a vehicular device. Anything they want to give me is A-okay. But that Cherokee was pretty… Ah well.

Go out, break up. Go out, break up. Is there any escape from the cycle? For anyone, ever?

Don’t want to get up at seven. Not in the least.

Goodnight.

hello wordpress people!

I know I’m the most sporadic, cryptic poster in the blogosphere, but I’m trying to stop that now. Regular posts will become, I hope, a feature of this blog.

I used to keep a journal, actually. Wrote in it almost every day. I’ve got about eight or ten spiral-bound notebooks filled with the inanities of eighth and ninth grades. Reading them now makes me want to shoot myself, but whatever. 😛

Got the weirdest freaking sunburn in the world. You’d think I was a red-and-white cow if you only saw my ankles. Stupid Accutane.

But, simultaneously, wonderful, wonderful Accutane. I love it. Prevents me from scarring, woohoo!

And now I must finish my Algebra II review before my final exam tomorrow. 😀 Goodnight!