living hell
Today I got my first AP pysch paper back. When it was due during the summer I’d been out of town so i”d gotten my dad to print it out after i emailed it to him and turn it in. I’d ben in a fight with my dad and at the bottom of the email I said “I’d say thanks but you’ve managed to single handedly and indirectly made my life a living fucking hell.”
My psych teacher hasn’t said anything but its still extremely awkward.
kitty cat addiction
A message from the universe
if msca is the bahamas the real world is the arctic
after two seemingly long weeks of performing arts camp, its over. god, it’s like before it even began it was over. actually i cant say that because just last week i was like dear god when will this be OVER and i can get back to the real world where i actually know a cute boy when i see one?!?! i think i forgot how REAL it feels when im at the camp, how its like i have a 140 person family for two weeks how we all go through the same frustration, heartbreak, good times, retarded times, fca stare-downs, binge eating, line memorization, and talent comparisons……and then getting disowned and possibly never seeing any one of those family members ever again. its like everyone knows how i feel there because we’re all the same, but unique at the same time. i mean, for gods sake, when me and kim (amazing kimho!!) saw harry potter i cried….at harry potter! FML.
it was such an emotional day i just cant even stand it. honestly, i cant really think of anything to say except for WEINERRRRR…
focker….out.
