on winamp: elvis costello, watching the detectives

wearing: jeans, grey and black striped socks, a blue t-shirt and my grey, zip up, kennedy center for the performing arts sweatshirt.

thoughts: hrm... i aknowledge the non workingness of the links. and yeah. today at school, i overheard a guy (i won't say who, but i find them to be very skanky) *bragging* about having burst into tears at Tina's funeral... and saying "i don't cry very easily!" he *does* cry easily, and yeah, why even bring that up in a random regular conversation? like "look at me, i'm strong, yet sensitive" *hisses* yeah. he's a brat. so, i'm incredibly tired today, i like, didn't sleep last night... and i didn't mention this yesterday, but when i got home, my mom YELLED at me for having gone to the funeral... even though i TOLD my dad i was going. he just forgot. now, i like my dad more than my mom, and he's just a lot nicer in general, but he's not reliable at all, which sucks. nothing happened today. muy boring. i worked on plans for the RML fortress (of doom) . . . and i think i did something else interesting (or sort of interesting) but i don't think i did. oh well, i'm gonna get offline...

*megan*