I decided to keep writing. I have like 20 flavored lubes in front of me, scattered around. I'm stinky. I need a shower but my towels are dirty, but I'm also out of deaoderant aaahhhh. Thats a dilemma if I've ever seen one. I'm pissed at Morgan. Shes a chump anyway though. I wasted my life and a little of my innocence on her. Weak sauce. Its almost my birthday. June 30th, mark your calenders. The day to remember. I'm young compared to everyone else. I WANT TATTOOS AND I WANT THEM NOW. I will have them, more of them. I need to go to the bafroooomm. I wanna ride a bike. While pulling a person on an open suitcase with wheels. Reverse that I wanna be pulled, and we'll jump stairs, we'll call it "suitcasing". I wanna play catch. I will too. I want another picnic. I will have one. I wanna fly a kite succesfully. I probably wont. My sleepiong schedule is fucked. I wont be tired for five hours and it is midnight. At least I have no finals tomorrow. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and write a paper. Night.