Ouch
Rockin' out to: Politically Correct (SR-71)
Mood: Headache. Ow. Ow.

Freakin' Flash on the Freaking camera. It was good two feet away, but now I have a killer headache. OUCH. Although getting on the net (Ah, Bright light.) Doesn't help.

The fucking net has been down all day. It's came up about for 5 minutes.

Fear Factor is a stupid show, you know.

Ugh.. I feel sick. G'night.

Started
Rockin' out to: All the Small Things (Blink 182)
Mood: Pissed, yet unbelievebly calm.

Wow. The ramblings of a 15 year old. Welcome to Hell.

Any-who. I have no idea, as I'm just getting used to this thing but, here we go.

I spent about an hour earlier trying to get my dad's fucking camera to load images on my computer. It didn't cooperate, so I'll just have to sneak down to use his computer and upload them, then e-mail them to me. Most of you are probably wondering why the hell I dont ask for his help?

Firstly, I'm independant, Secondly, We don't get along so well. He'd be all happy, come up to help, then be pissed when he saw my room or something. Since it would be messy. Yeah.
I cant stand it when my dad's mad. *sighs*

Good first entry? I don't think so, but whatever.