Listening to: marcy playground - sherry fraser
Feeling: sorry
Dude, my legs are killing me. It's not even my legs, its my upper thighs. I can hardly walk without going "Oww!!" I established yesterday that Mr. Siman is indeed Satan himself.
Sunday I went shopping with Brookester. I bought a new bathing suit!! It's super rad. I love it! And then yesterday we went to the mall again (Shut up) and I bought some new body spray, lotion & shower gel 'cause my mom stole my lotion, and the shower gel is all out. Hoo raw.
Nik & I are trying to be sly and hook B♥rooke up with Maxwell. We think it's workinggg. I'm soooo excited to see what's going to happen. It's like, a soap opera or something! Hey why do they call them soap operas if nobody sings?
Today we're going to the mall again and we're going to talk to Maxwell and he and Brooke will get married and have beautiful babies and all will be right in the world because I'll be with Bryant. Muwahahaha.
=P
JANITORS=also possibly psycho.
they seem nice & they clean up after you but then they make a list of the kids they want to kill that made the mess they have to clean up. 0_o ahhh
imagine cleaning up after 2,000 other fucking losers.
omfg id die.
or everyone else would have to && then there wouldnt be any mess.
haha poor janitors.
cleaning is bad enough but having it as a job must really suck. & plus kids always make fun of the janitors. but they are creepy. like you walk through an empty hallway & theres always atleast one of them lurking around with a rolling trashcan