Welcome to what we call after Christmas vacation. My cd is skipping like a bad record, and I'm fighting off the parental unit. Breakfast was a bit shakey because Mom doesn't really like Le Peep, and that is where we went today, and she wanted to go to Perkins, but I was against it, and my dad and I really like Le Peep. Laura wasn't in a good mood, and I feel like writing an entry as if I was eight. I am.
I'm listening to Kansas, and if you are reading this, you are probably bored, because I never write like this. I just sorta feel like talking about I'm doing.
i might see the producers later
sorry this entry sucks =X
and i really like kansas.
so i think it's funny that you're listening to them.
because no kids really listen to them.
i love you.
and i dont read that many peoples entries around here.
sorry about the random comment you proply get it alot and its drives you crazy. it would to me
i like it.
it's nice to know what other people are doing sometimes. (=
but...i don't know..
about trusting myself.
i usuallyy do.
but sometimes when i do mess up..i don't.
instead, i trust that things will get better.
which, i'm thinking as i type this out, sounds reallyy stupid&dumb.
and i don't think it's that i can't confess to myy most trusted partyy....
something along the lines of:
everything will be all right.
blahblahblah.
i'm scared that the onlyy thing that they'll do is tryy to comfort me.
which, yet again, sounds stupid.
but i like dealing with things the way they are.
not the wayy theyy seem in a friend's eyes.
and confessing...
i usuallyy confess wayy after something has been done.
and i have a friend for that.
it's stupid how i even doubt him sometimes.
but i get over it.
and he, over me.
♥verena
with me!
with me!
because er
i wanna see it bad
and i wanna see you
and then we'll do dinner.
lame
but he's making me go with him
but maybe you could come