I wouldn’t mind having a pizza communion every day of worship.
If I could bang my head against the wall right now I would, but then I’d get a headache and I’d rather not inflict that pain on myself. I hate it. I hate saying no to people when they ask me out or say things like that when they ask me how I feel about them. I want to cry right now because I know how it feels to hurt. I mean I won’t make things awkward, it’s just who I am, I just feel bad.
See you guys Friday or Sunday night.
AHHHHHHHHH I’M GOING CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Well, I do, but I need me time.
- Study my ass off for AP Euro, finish the reading of like 5 pages and write whatever I need to. Sleep ALOT
- Guitar lesson.
- Pre-Calc and AP Euro test
- Piano lesson
- Big E with Renee, Brent and Nick
- Actually studying my ass off for Human biology text for tomorrow and preparing myself for a DBQ
- Lots of homework and lots of reading
- Yearbook after school
- Human Biology test
- AP Euro DBQ
- Home, homework, eat, and sleep
- Nothing, staying at home by myself, starting homework, relaxing
- Big-E parking at noon
- Birthday party at 4
- Home, homework sleep
- Big E parking for a bit maybe
Throughout the week:
- Doctor Who
- Trying to have a social life during the school week
- College Applications
- Guitar practicing, starting to prepare for Districts
- Avoiding tumblr.
Getting the last of this pre-calc done, saving Ballentine’s documents and then going to bed. It’s hell week for me. 4 tests.
BRING IT ON.
K- I miss Steve, he was like an uncle to me. I wish he was still here.
E- My shoe size varies betweeen 8-9 1/2
V- I want to dye my hair dark brown.
I- See other post.
N- Hmm, giraffe.
I- Hmm, honestly I don’t know because for me, I need to know that that tattoo going on my body is going to mean something. I mean to me, I don’t need to cover myself in ink to show who I am and what things are of importance of me, because I can just write or have things that resemble that in my house. I mean I do appreciate the art of tattoos and the meaning of some, but for me? If I were to get any it wouldn’t be until I was in my mid-twenties sure about where I want to go, and I had the money. School is more important than tattoos. But, nothing so far as to ideas for them.
L- Hmm, I’m a horrible test taker and I’m taking 2 AP classes this year.
C- A brother who’s 12 and honestly more Mexican than me named John. And a half sister from my dad’s side named Sarah who’s I think 30.
L- You wouldn’t know that I tell everyone I know where I’m going, and I want to get a double teacher’s degree with English and Music, but I don’t know where I’m going yet, and honestly, I’m okay with that.
- A - My name
- B - My height
- C - If I have any siblings
- D - My most embarrassing moment
- E - My shoe size
- F - Do I have any pets?
- G - Age I get mistaken for
- H - Do I have any tattoos?
- I - Do I want any tattoos?
- J - My best friend's name
- K - Someone I miss
- L - Something not many people know about me
- M - A random fact about myself
- N - Favorite animal
- O - Favorite celeb
- P - Favorite movie/TV show
- Q - What kind of phone I have
- R - Do I like my phone?
- S - Is my hair curly, straight or wavy?
- T - Color of my hair
- U - Have I dyed my hair before?
- V - Do I want to dye my hair and what color?
- W - My tumblr crush
- X - Favorite soda
- Y - Favorite letter in the alphabet
- Z - Do I want children?
Sorry just needed to get that out somewhere.
you could possibly do to me, to piss me off and make me feel like shit..
I don’t care if it’s a joke or not, but it just gets on my nerves. It makes me angry at myself because I feel like I’ve screwed up really bad, I don’t know why it just does. I hate that, even if I piss you off so bad you don’t want to look at me, scream at me that this is done or let me yell back and listen and then walk away, respond to me with even a nod or a few words, but please don’t EVER ignore me.
It’s not a pet peeve, it’s serious.
Don’t ever ignore me, please.
But, it’s so damn expensive.
And they wonder.
not as bad as I thought, but still pretty bad.
I don’t want to make them cry, I want to make them smile, or I want to make them say wow at some point.
But, I don’t know what to write about..
Next weekend, I have a birthday party again and big-E parking.
Yeah, then the weekend after that UMass Band day and my senior pictures.
You see, three of these events coincide with band people (the birthday party is at a band kids house.)
I’m so pumped.
I mean I provbably won’t make it I don’t get lessons and those kids that do probably will do just that much better but it’s the experience and I think I might have a chance. Just maybe.
The band only played the National Anthem and our fight song today, and then we went back inside and could do whatever. I chose to go back to the football game (they let me in for free). And don’t get me wrong, I absolutely ADORE being in marching band and everything that comes with it. But tonight, I enjoyed being a mostly normal teenager hanging out with friends at a football game. And it was really, really nice. I’d forgotten what it was like. I went and stood with my friends and we watched the game but we talked and there was no playing instruments every five seconds and I got to see people and honestly, I really, really enjoyed it.
It was nice to experience something normal, I guess.
It’s one of those nights where I’m not going to stop thinking about you.
I’m running on courage and perseverance. Through determination and positive thoughts, because no matter what people tell me this year I’m going to end up where I want, I’m going to say what I need to and I’m going to get things done.
LEAVE ME ALONE I DIDN’T EVEN SIGN UP FOR INFORMATION FROM YOU.