|Current mood:|| blah|
|Current music:||homecoming king~guster|
ok...feelin ok. not bad. i am happy with life but i am fusterated with it too. yeah. i took psats today. not fun to sit in a room for four hours. not cool. um life or something like it. blah blah blah. im tired but yet i still write. why? why are we here? what are we supposed to do? why do we follow the medias vision of life like we were all on dawsons creek or gilmore girls? thtas not real life. i havn't a clue what the heak im talking about.