Listening to "stoner" music, eating raw tofu, and contemplating whether I should be studying or not. Today was one of those days that's as jumbled as the government right now. It started really nicely with a wonderful dream I sadly can't really remember...I think it took place at a crappy buffet and a sushi bar or something. Anyway, during lunch, I got Ruffles using Britney's money, a sunburn on the back of my neck, more pissed than a bucketful of pee, and a bunch of other mixed up emotions relating to the bathroom somehow. Mr. Jo said I reminded his of Sam from iCarly today. I don't see how--she's practically dedicated to meat and chili. She sticks things into her ears. She spits. She goes over the top more than once. She gets in trouble daily and breaks things open with a hammer she keeps in her locker. Any resemblance? Not that I know of. On the other news, finals are coming up. Shit. I don't think I cracked open my English portfolio once. I'm doomed. Del Paso, here I come. Let's just hope my insurance can cover the hospital bills.
Deds:
1. Thanks for showing me Broadcast 2000. I'm in love. But, for such a small album, their EP is like $20 or something.
2. I would like to say some very nasty things to you. But then you'll probably gather up forces and start a mob. Next thing you know, I'll be out of the country, working at a gas station in Mexico as a girl named Nellie.
3. Fucking bitches. All of you.
4. Hope you did well on your test.
5. Relax. Take a breather.
6. I'd like to call it young love. But I can't.