Yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of the worst day of my life: the school counselor faked a smile, pulled me out of 8th period Language Arts, closed the door, and asked me to pull up my sleeves. That's when my hell began. ***** This weekend was alright. Anna [xbloodxfeederx] spent the night on Saturday; we smoked about 2.5 grams and I had 9 benedryl so I was a tad off-my-rocker already and drowsy as hell. And Anna, being the sadistic whore that she is, would straddle me and sing avril lavigne everytime I fell asleep. I'm always either on the computer or on drugs. Pathetic. I blame this on a lack of social skills. I have to do my homework soon. My grades are falling. I'm skipping class to protest Bush's inauguration too, so I'm going to be even more behind. I think I fuck-up my priorities sometimes.