It might be time for a new start with a new journal. I'm not sure yet. I'm bored with the layout already so I'm gonna re-amp a little later. Yeah, write now I feel like fixing my hair and putting on some bulky thrift store jewelery, makeup, and either a band t-shirt of finally fixing up that polkadot leotard looking thing so I can wear it as a shirt. Yeah, I feel like being pretty today since I've been going through an ugly period. That's right... I feel so blah. :-( Someone needs to give me lovin' so I don't feel worthless. Hah. Yeah right. So I fucked over my oil painting in art. I've gotta go out and buy the color green I need to fix it since our art department is shit and can't afford to replace things. (Too bad it's cause all the funding goes into buying superfluous new hi-tech computers and a system to monitor them-- Oh yeah, and the fucking football program) Sorry. I don't like football. There's a hell of a lot more students who can get a career in the arts then go all the way in sports. Fuck you. Don't defend it. Sorry. I'm probably offending people. Aw well. So yeah, can you tell I'm in a really bad mood right now? Atleast I'm getting a CD. (If Circuit City is cool enough to carry old school MCR) Otherwise, I'll have to order it. Pssh. Maybe I should have done that in the first place. Atleast we're going out to dinner though. Sometimes I feel the need to get out of the house. Alright, enough of my complaining. The only people who aren't up my ass right now are Kat and Riley... Too bad they're both in Cali. I want out of here. So bad. P.S: My From First To Last shirt is going to be so hot when it comes. I'm a band t-shirt whore. I know you're all jealous. ;-)