date: january 22, 2001
time: 5:31 p.m.
listening to: miss you like crazy by the moffatts
talking to: sarah
feeling: tired, and a bit sick
wearing: jeans, mellowdramatic wallflowers tee and canada hoodie
omg. get your asses on napster RIGHT NOW and search the moffatts "intimate and interactive." once you do this, a few options will come up. you will pick "pop compilation." and then you will listen to it, and worship it, and then worship me for turning you onto such a lovely thing. lmao. oh yes. i am your god.
*chugs nyquil* i'm addicted. yes, so sad, but so true. i told that to my time travels class. we switched classes today, cause it's a new semester, and mr. gosciewski was like, "tell the class something about you!" and i was like, "i think i might possibly be addicted to nyquil." considering the class is full of either a) hicks or b) trendy skanks, they all looked at me funny. lol, whatever.
yeah, so my classes suck monkey now. i've got choir and french still, and then i've got time travels, which is reading all the time. then comes environmental science, which was SUPPOSED to be easy, but ms. szalay decided to make us write RESEARCH PAPERS NOW! goddamn it, i thought i was getting out of that when college writing stopped! fuckers. fifth hour brings independent lit, which is READING allll hour AGAIN. *WAILS* god, i suck. then i have trig sixth hour. *wails some more* goddddd. my schedule blows. i mean, i like reading and stuff, but not THAT much! blah.
oh, i got a 74 on my math exam. *dances* that's a c! wooo. but ended up with a d for the final semester grade. goddamnit. oh well. i mean, i got a decent grade on the exam. even if my final grade sucks. besides, i told my mom and she didn't care. she wasn't happy, but she wasn't throwing a fit either. so. yeah, fuck you too, mr. wahl.
at least in trig now, we get to start from scratch. but he assigned homework already! waaaa. i'm a baby. spoonfeed me everything, please. i can't eat solid foods yet.
... okay, i just realized most of you probably don't get that.
what else what else?
mmmm, rock moffies are yummy, mmmm.
i'm almost done with my rock shirt. i cut it yesterday, and all i've got left is glueing on the rhinestones, and then i've got to put it on and have my mom cut the sides. then i'll put safety pins in it and just fold it up and pack it for sunday. eeeee, yay, moffies on sunday. i probably shouldn't listen to them right now, cause i'm going to get sick of them by sunday. lol, ohhhh well. it's going to be my mom who's sick of them, cause we'll be forcing her to listen to them all the way there. *snort*
speaking of. her boyfriend was going to come too, so we got two rooms, right? well she doesn't know if he's going to come now, and she said something about just cancelling the extra room. i was like, "ummmm i don't think you want us in the same room with you after that concert." lol. break it to her gently, kids. it's the way to go.
anyone else think "walking behind" is a total eagle eye cherry "save tonight" ripoff?
I MISS YOU LIKE CRAAAAAZY! (EVEN MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY!)
god, scott is hot in this song.