Well, I seem to have gotten myself another blog. Lovely. Anyway, not a lot going on here. I got into an internet fight last night over the stupidist thing. God, Annette turns something so small into something so big. I didn't even do anything wrong. Seriously, people need to die.
Anyway, Bo just asked me out for the millionth time this week. It's really pissing me off. He can't just accept the fact that I don't like him in that way. He's like my fucking brother. Ugh, that'd just feel so wrong.
Ah, I'm so bored right now. I really should get up and move, but I physically lack any movement. My room is messy and my toe is killing me and I just want to kill the world. No one is online and Jessica can't decide whether she wants to converse or not. Jared is sick and I'm worried about him. Jon hasn't been on for two weeks, and although I'm not going out with him anymore, I'm starting to worry. Man, life is so good at the moment, I just want to throw confetti in the air and dance around in glee. How about...no. Lovely, I'm complaining again.
I think I might as well put on Dashboard Confessional and cry in the corner like Dickey would. Ha, Dickey. He's so gay. "Don't break Dickey! He's brittle!" Haha, that was great. Ah, Michele and I rule. "Look! A bird!" Haha, but of course.
And by the way: I blame all of my problems on you Dave just because you're Dave and that's what we do.
Later
-Sarah-