It would seem my mother left the christmas ham out sitting for the past couple of days…. yay for a meatless christmas :P
Lots of junk phone calls and no good ones…. le sigh At least I’ve got the puppy ^_^
My book was part of a series that JUST started and i had no idea and now I’m stuck with a horrible cliffhanger AND the next book wont be out till 2012 Whhyyyyyy?!?!?!
Pidjin version of 12days of xmas
I am home
I am not a happy camper Booze and books read by a bathroom light, calm my temper
I can get a zero on this final and pass the class with a C or I can cram and take an 8page test that takes 3+ hours and make an A if i get at least a 75% on the final. I want to be lazy but know I shouldn’t. I feel I have not studied enough and am doomed anyway…
well that's interesting....
just found out that I’m apparently the person who gets all the money if my parents die. they don’t trust my older brothers apparently
rather than study for the final I have in less than an hour, I’ve been trying to find a way to fit a music ensemble class into my schedule next semester… but it just cannot be done. Luckily they offer one over the summer, and as I’ll be stuck here then anyways…. band time! how I miss it, due to fuzzy memories that bring out the good and bury the bad
tumblr, you were dead for about a day and now i cannot creep out the pages i creep on. there is nothing new, ridiculous
I’ve realized recently that I have some very violent thoughts toward people. Luckily I don’t really act on them, except in rage filled fantasies of course.
“I cannot go to school today,” Said little Peggy Ann McKay, “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash, and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox And there’s one more—that’s seventeen, And don’t you think my face looks green? My...
this physics test is gonna kill me
If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer … If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire, For we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! —By Shel Sylverstein from the front cover of Where The Sidewalk Ends (I think)
teehee- little scaredy rebel
wheniwasayoungerme: When I was little I believed the Do Not Pass signs were signs that you weren’t supposed to drive past. I’d switch between worrying that my parents would get caught and go to jail, and thinking we were all pretty cool for breaking the rules like that.
I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can’t do a handstand— I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said— I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head. ...