With bbq sauce and ranch.
And A1.
And they're too broiled to eat.
And I bite the heads off first.
And they are gummy dinosaurs when you put them in the microwave.
Miss it miss it miss it.
I got THREE hours of sleep last night.
I'm sleep drunk.
Literally.
And I've been having a heart episode since I woke up at 6:30, so that SUCKS.
I am going to cash my check and buy a brazilian wax, a tank of gas and something else that I need but can't remember right now due to my sleep deprivation high.
I'm wearing a FUCKING pay it forward braclet. Why? I hate these.
OH my birthday!
I got:
the nexus of course from my parents
2 AWESOME posters by Travis Bone (modest mouse and vampire weekend) from Davis
a SEPTUM piercing (which I fucking love) from Hannah
and I bought myself a 88 eye color pallette just to say, "hey, I'm proud of you buddy."
JUSS SAYIN.
I totally copied and pasted my essay for government.
4 words: free gay marriage essay
SCORE.
I'm scared I'll get to college and I'll buy all of my essays.
I hate doing WORK.
Persuasive essays I LOVE, but research papers...cmon.
FAIL.
Hannah wanted to look DRUNK as BALLS.
And she succeded. For real though. Because she was DRUNK. And BOOMING.
Yeah, this offically marks the point where I'm bored.
Bookworm kid over here is playing a catapult game.
Dude, you're fucking weird.
FUCKING weird.
My cookie hurts.
Thanks.
And I have this swollen thing on my leg and a HUGE spider bite.
And a RIPPED up shoe.
I am going to convince the conspiricy kids at our school that I was ABDUCTED.
Sure as eff looks like it.
I can't talk to anyone because they just stare at my septum and interrupt me about it. h8 you guys. When I talk to my teachers, I put it up. Except for my art teachers because they think it's coool.
Kids are shuffling around with their backpacks, I think the bell is going to ring soon.
KBAI
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