- Mood:
Zombified
People need to stop waking me the fuck up. It's pissing me off. I didn't get good sleep last night and the moment I decide to take a sleep seriously 50 people decide to call me or come into my room and turn on the fucking lights. What the hell is wrong with you fucking people? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Mood:
aggravated - Music:The sound of my ears steaming.
I hope I get a change to get outside today. I really need food. Yesterday, I lived off of dry cerial and a vending machine that refused to give me my TGIF potatoe skin chips, I payed for it twice and still didn't give it to me. I was hoping that my sister would get to come up since she has two of my t-shirts and patches that made over vacation. Speaking of clothes. I hate how when I buy pants they fit at the store then they get droopy baggy when I start to wear them at home, and if I buy the smaller pair they don't even fit. I hate buying clothes. I hope I can fixed them so they fit better. There are a ton of fashion majors in my area so I don't think I will have too much of a problem. It maybe pathetic but I really want school to start soon. Everything will go back to normal.
- Mood:
bored - Music:Caucasian Walk- Virgin Prunes

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- Burial Ground:School
- Mood:
artistic - Music:Riboflavin Flavored- 45 Grave
