feeling: suddenly awful. dunno why.
reading: bridget jones's diary. fun fun
on winamp: actually... *nsync ... it's gonna be me. *looks ashamed* but really only *some* of the play list is teenybopper crap, it's mostly rent bootleg mp3s!
wearing: same as last time, only now i have my red flip flops on. and without the hat. ben took it back.
thoughts: *SIGH* randomly sad *sob* dunno why. how odd. i kinda want to read the rentheads boards, but then again, that takes time. my mom's been yelling at me for tons of little things, and allison came in and said something rude to me... and my mom's like "use civil voices, or megan's getting kicked off the computer!!" and i'm like WTF?! i didn't even validate her stupid 9 year old brattiness with an answer, yet *i'm* getting yelled at? yeah, eat me, bitch. oh, erin said she'd teach me how to do the comments thing. *loves erin* we had to clean out our locker today. it was depressing, all the wonderful pictures aren't up anymore... and the only things that *are* up are magnets covering the writing that won't come off the door. renata's a btich. yes, a btich, it's not a typo. i really wish i were interesting. and i really wish i had an attention span that allowed me to write in complete thoughts. instead of "my sister sucks, i love erin, renata's a btich" *sigh* i realize it's hard to read this, since there are rarely breaks. and everything's one big uncapitalized paragraph, and i apologize. *apologizes* . . . yeah, so doran just said "eid kaerf" which, when unbackwardized, means 'die freak' which makes me wonder why the hell i even talk to him. nic would never be that mean. even if that's what he was thinking... he'd be sweet and polite. oh well. ben would prolly tell me i was being freaky, in a nice polite way. or in a way that was not horrible and mean. *shrug* i should make a list of all the people i know and decide who is worth being friends with. but then i'd be like kevin. but kevin's cool when he's not being horrible. damn kevin. oh well, maybe i'll just continue to cling to/hide behind ben. and fall in love with random boys i hardly know. *sigh* stupid boys *hisses at boys* *realizes this post has gotten all negative and angsty* damn.
*megan*
is sick of being negative and angsty.
reading: bridget jones's diary. fun fun
on winamp: actually... *nsync ... it's gonna be me. *looks ashamed* but really only *some* of the play list is teenybopper crap, it's mostly rent bootleg mp3s!
wearing: same as last time, only now i have my red flip flops on. and without the hat. ben took it back.
thoughts: *SIGH* randomly sad *sob* dunno why. how odd. i kinda want to read the rentheads boards, but then again, that takes time. my mom's been yelling at me for tons of little things, and allison came in and said something rude to me... and my mom's like "use civil voices, or megan's getting kicked off the computer!!" and i'm like WTF?! i didn't even validate her stupid 9 year old brattiness with an answer, yet *i'm* getting yelled at? yeah, eat me, bitch. oh, erin said she'd teach me how to do the comments thing. *loves erin* we had to clean out our locker today. it was depressing, all the wonderful pictures aren't up anymore... and the only things that *are* up are magnets covering the writing that won't come off the door. renata's a btich. yes, a btich, it's not a typo. i really wish i were interesting. and i really wish i had an attention span that allowed me to write in complete thoughts. instead of "my sister sucks, i love erin, renata's a btich" *sigh* i realize it's hard to read this, since there are rarely breaks. and everything's one big uncapitalized paragraph, and i apologize. *apologizes* . . . yeah, so doran just said "eid kaerf" which, when unbackwardized, means 'die freak' which makes me wonder why the hell i even talk to him. nic would never be that mean. even if that's what he was thinking... he'd be sweet and polite. oh well. ben would prolly tell me i was being freaky, in a nice polite way. or in a way that was not horrible and mean. *shrug* i should make a list of all the people i know and decide who is worth being friends with. but then i'd be like kevin. but kevin's cool when he's not being horrible. damn kevin. oh well, maybe i'll just continue to cling to/hide behind ben. and fall in love with random boys i hardly know. *sigh* stupid boys *hisses at boys* *realizes this post has gotten all negative and angsty* damn.
*megan*
is sick of being negative and angsty.
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