AHHH! My emoness has impeded me from updating this wonderful journal-like entity/blob. I have decided to comdemn math 436 because it is not emo enough for my totaly sexxxyemo-hott-ness. In other news, Maroon 5 continues to piss the shit out of me. THEY ANNOY MY EMOHOTTSEXX TO THE MAXXXXXXXX. This just in. X's aren't cool. At all, unless you are totally hard core or scene, or emo or...me. Seeing as my crimson tears of regret and sadness are dripping down my arms and totally skinny emo legs covered in wonderful rainbow leggings. Isn't that insanely emo and sexy? I mean, tears of regret are just soooooo emo! They make me happy--uh, that is sad...and emotional and extremely well versed in the art of body modification and weird piercngs and of course, in love with rusty and bloody razor blades of doom and destruction. My GOD, being emo makes me tired sometimes. It's hard to be this cool all the time, so I shall leave you and go soak my pillow with my emo-tears of kittens. The END.