so I don't even know if this is going to be posted because my computer is really screwy right now, but anyway. Yeah...so, the SAT is not fun, not that I didn't already know that, it just sucks to be reminded, and I have a headache. I don't think I've eaten all day. No reason why, I just haven't. I ate some french fries, and some chocalate (really healthy, good and nurishing). God, I'm pathetic loser... (see, now this just makes it worse because I'm mentioning it on my blog, which is of course a cry for help, not that I really need help. I mean, I'm not overly happy right now, I'm actually kinda miserable, and I am a loser, whether you tell me I am or not. It really isn't a cry for help, it just appears to be. In fact, I said it just because I wanted you all to know that I know.) |

alright, Julie. This is how it's going to work. I refuse to post anymore unless you start mentioning me on your blog. For everytime you mention me on your blog, a post will be made on mine, a real post, a long and intendedly interesting one, but only when you mention me in one of your posts, because I'm probably more upset by the fact that you leave me out of your blog than you are because of my lack of posts, especially since you posted on my birthday and didn't even bother to mention me. Thanks, thanks a lot. |

soo....today is my birthday. I think this is probably one of the best birthday's that I've ever had, not counting the birthday parties, which I've been lacking in since I started public school due to the total lack of time. Anyway, this morning I arrived at school to find an enourmous box containing my present from Phillip on the stage. I open it to find a smaller box, then again to find an even smaller box, which has inside of it a bizarre little green ball full of goop that when squeezed protrudes through a netting that covers the ball into an orange tumor. It was highly popular among school and circulated through all of my classes untill finally ending up in fausia mahama's hands during fourth period where it burst and oozed to its death. During third period I recieved a phone call from Julie. She left me a wonderful message of her singing me happy birthday, which I listened to more than once, and greatly enjoyed. It was really sweet. Then after rehearsal, I went to Marissa's to make a bonfire shirt, which I think is at least moderately decent considering the amount of time and effort put into it. Thank you to all of you who remembered my birthday. Thanks most especially to Julie for being as wonderful as she is. |