i'm not living...i'm just killing time

Feeling: slutty
thirteen-year-old girls with ultra-colorful blogs are so annoying. i'll bet you $50 that my sister is one of them. (so what if she's fourteen?) [shout chorus] i served a detention today for "missing" jazz band the other day...but so did eleven other people. my band director has, lately, become veryveryveryvery tempermental. more than usual. he usually is hot-headed, to some degree, but just in the past month or so, he's seemed kind of anxious and irritable. it's so weird...it's like the chorus and band directors have had a partial personality switch. i've decided that if i ever get married, it will be to a british man. i'll drag him to japan, to live with my friends (one japanese, one american) who will be married and probably will have made funny little half-japanese children. maybe one of them will look like björk. that british man will have to put up with a lot of craziness. he damn well better look somewhat resemblent to either thom yorke or jonny greenwood. [maybe a younger david bowie...] i can't for the life of me concentrate on the paper i'm supposed to be writing. this happens every fucking time i sit down to write an assignment. i think i need kid drugs or something. i'm probably a major (closet!) ADD case. cancún in four days. i plan to get drunk.
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