I kinda forgot where on the internet this is. But I found it.
It only took nearly 2 months.
School continues to grate foward one nauseating step at a time with a few breaks provided by the comings and goings of the INTELLIGENT life. As in the majority of my classmates couldn't find their *coughcoughfootballplayingcheerleadingcoughcough* asses with a detailed map written in their lingua franca AOL sp33k.
Honestly. This is why I take French. But I don't get to French 3 until next semester. Damn. But I like last lunch. The band kids all squeeze together at this table that just isn't big enough. Some people have dispersed to sit with their non-band friends *GASP* but its still all the way full.
Well, its either the bandies or the goth squad. And the bandies don't openly stare at my chest. Usually.
Woah dang.
Whenever I write private entries that kinda bash people who I'm pissed at (which is why, incidentally, they are private) they always start out DEAR *offender's name here*
I miss Camp Ernst. And I hate it when people who you don't even know snark at you when you post on here. Its bloody annoying.
And I hate it when the one person you like and want has no clue who you are sometimes.
But thats ok.
It has to be.
Maybe we're like eachothers' twins!
That'd be so kickass.
Peace man!~