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| Current music: | northstar | rigged and ready |
.. don't flatter yourself, sweetheart
today was a snow day, and i went outside for a little bit, but then it got too cold for my liking. so i came inside and got a bath and now my hair looks sick. but anyway, i am hoping for no school tomorrow, though that is very unlikely times five. see, i know that the days will just be added at the end of the year, but that is okay with me. i mean, school is the most bearable at the end.
so recently i was reading over my journal just to see how much i've grown and matured, but i haven't. however! i did find out that i am psychic. just take a look at this excerpt written on november 30th:
"im wrong and i always will be. at least until matt and meghan break up or one of her friends actually see what i see. though that will never happen because 7th grade love ALWAYS lasts forever and no one ever stabs their friends in the back."
sure it doesn't seem like anything interesting, but i knew those things would happen, and they did. maybe i should be called madame lisa. if you ask them, none of her friends would say so, but some did admit to agreeing with me sort of, and although matt and meghan will probably get back together, they are not together for now.
so anyway, i have been trying to write this for almost three hours with a lot of disruptions and nothing interesting has been recorded yet. and it won't be because i am unsure about whether or not there is school tomorrow, so i am going to bed.
hasta la vista, bitches.
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