Leigh's power couple. How curious.
Remember me in sixth grade? The loser (and don't deny it) with few friends and who wore weird, uncoordinated, random clothes like a men's Nike sleevless shirt and shorts?
And now...five years later...I dress much better, I have many wonderful friends and a wide network of friendly acquaintances, I'm doing well in school, I'm editor-in-chief, and I have a wonderful boyfriend. Who incidentally is now the senior class president.
Progress: check.
But said boyfriend is still a jerk. He said he would visit me at practice before going over to your house. =(
I glanced over at the doors many times, hoping I'd see his Yugoslavian frame in the doorway.
Psh.
Why don't you guys just go out. Be a polygamist. You're the prettier one, the one who is able to hang out.
And those videos below piss me off. Trashy French maid outfit? They didn't even make it a satire so it was funny. Just a disgrace.
I had half an hour of practice time before leaving for practice. 5:30 - 9:45...I'm tired.
Now I'm Youtubing opera pieces as I do my SAT homework.
These eyedrops sting...but at least they help. Burst blood vessel. Bah. They're my dad's prescription-strength ones.
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