date: october 20, 2000
time: 11:17 p.m.
listening to: oh bla di, oh bla da cover by no doubt...
talking to: nevie, chrissy, margo, dae chat...
feeling: tired and worn out. dreading my math homework
wearing: jeans, danny's music box shirt and roots hoodie.
oooh, i love this cover. it rocks my boat, man. no doubt kicks my silly ass. oh yes.
ooh, now the pretty acoustic version of "don't speak" is on. *drools* lol. i'm so weird. anyways. getting to the point, slowly but surely.
this sweatshirt is too big. but know what's funny? today in sixth hour, i was like, DYING, to get home and take off my bra, so i was like, "screw it", and took it off right there... just put on my hoodie. it was great, let me tell you. lol.
in choir today, we crammed all forty of us girlies into the bathroom! *falls over laughing* cause the acoustics are better! hahahahah. it was great. the janitor and some kids were walking down the hall, and they see these girls file out of the room single file and head to the bathroom. forty girls. and then they hear christmas songs coming from it! omg. we're a weird bunch, lemme tell you. but at least it was fun for once, today.
i really hate alex wheeler. he's in my psych class. and all day he made his stupid remarks, and god, i don't understand why he can't see how devestatingly retarded and ignorant he is? take for instance, his van. it's got a HUGE confederate flag painted on the side. he insists he's not racist. um, okay? and then we're all, "if you're so proud of it, take it down to eight mile and drive it around" (eight mile is a really ghetto part of detroit). so he tries to insist that he has before... we're like, "oh yeah, right, you wouldn't make it close to out of there, fuck off." ugh. i just hate him so much. and i have to semi-tolerate him because he's josh's cousin.
crap, i have lots of college writing grammar exercises too, because i know if i don't do them this weekend, i'll never do them.
my dad is going to be gone for a week! *screams* YES!!! that is the best news i've heard. lol. i think he's going hunting or something? haha, i have no clue. but it matters not, my friend. for he will be gone for a week, a peaceful week of no stupid remarks... and, my mom's so happy about it, she's offered to buy me stuff? *gasp* yes, i know! jeans that i'm in dire need of, and some bleach so i can redye my hair. *claps* i'm excited.
bleaching hair. pffft. if i hear ONE MORE PERSON tell me my hair's going to fall out, i'm going to RIP out THEIR hair. eww.