At the movies with people...

High School Musical 3 was suprisingly decent. The plot was a bit muddled and dry but the cool dance numbers and songs balanced it out. So it was all good. And all the guys in it were pretty good looking. On the other hand, I am so screwed: I forgot what we were even testing on for English. And I don't if we have World History homework and no one's answering me back. I really need to keep my life in track because, sadly, I don't live in East High's world and my future won't be secured by the click-clack of whoever's typing up the script. I don't know how I can keep living like this; heck, if I keep living like this my parents will probably ship me off to China where I'll become a total ching-chong. Bliss. And what's more? I furthered my debt and lost my glasses, stepped on a pin so my toe is bleeding, and hurt my back. Wonderful.

Weekly Dedications:
1. What the hell is your problem? Just since you've decided you stopped liking her doesn't mean you should act like a pissy bitch to everyone. Sometimes I wonder if your stupidity is real, which would be just plain sad, or just some pathetic act attention whores like you want. I feel like I don't even know you anymore--are you acting like this just to me or to everyone else?
2. For the love of Mike Jagger's oversized gob: what's going on? Conversation between us seem strained 2/3 of the time. It seems like you (like the rest of the world) have some type of annoyance barb thrown directly at me.
3. For you're friend, eh? Are you sure about that?
4. If you don't want to do something just tell me. I know you're trying to be polite but honest to death, it just makes you look like a pretentious bitch who's so busy wrapped up in her sham "problems" to notice everyone else is dealing with shit too.
5. You look like a slut. I don't how people think you're cute.
6. Thanks for listening. You're one special daffodil.

Sundays are so depressing. Worse than Mondays in fact, because you need to get ready for the hellhole called school. I remember those days I actually liked school--that drop on the head probably jacked my head up. Or I had waay too much sugar. Probably both.

Current music:
One of the Nights: I still like that song. Since I'm still a mess and I'm fighting to get by.
Oxford Comma: Makes me laugh. And reminds me of Sound of Music or something with the quasi-yodeling part.
Yellow Balloon: It's like being on narcotics. I bet the people who sang it were high or something. It's a mix, since the song makes you giddy and makes you say things you regret. So you pay the price afterwards. Typical.
She Doesn't Get It: Yes, Carmina, after all these years I still don't get it. Don't think I ever will.