Dang I wish I were funny. Ah well. Sucks to be me I guess. I'm sitting here and later today I may go and buy the things that are on my magical list of things to buy. Crest Whitening strips and hairspray. HAHA. And bobbie pins. I need some of those. Today is cleaning day. And I -get- to clean. At least that is what I have been told. Mmm...haha. Homecoming is coming. And I'm not going. And suprisingly I really don't care. I don't understand why I would spend a hundred dollars on a stupid dress and get my hair and make up done. Along with a manicure and a pedicure plus buying shoes to go hanging out with my other friends and their dates and look like a fricking loser when people were dancing and I just stand there. HAHA. I'll go to homecoming eventually. Maybe. But I mean...I dislike dances where I don't know most of the people and where most of the people haven't a clue who I am. I'm just "that new girl from Utah". I think I'll lock myself in my room and write an emo song about moving back to Utah. How hard can it be? Mostly they're power chords. Or so I've been informed by people. Ah well. I'll go away now and keep wishing I were funny. MEH MEH MEH MEH. BYE BYE