Here's to Lookin' Fine and Having No Where to Go...

Secret Number Nineteen: I'm in love with Cowboys.

So, I was supposed to hang out with the boyfriend, but after I got home, ate, cleaned the bathroom, and got cute...he went to his friend's house.
Eff.

Now, I'm blogging as I wait for my friend, Tamara, to be ready so we can hit up the mall and hit on cute guys. I know it's not nice, but when he pulls this crap I like to make him mad. :) Yes, I'm evil.

Gah. It's Spring Break, but I'll probably be working my tush off the majority of the time. :/

My mind is blank.

Till next time,

Speak

Secret Number Eighteen: Sometimes I start to think that my life is nice and start smiling and waking up hopeful...and then Life slaps me on the face and says, "You idiot, your life is crap so quit humming Show Tunes." Drat.

So, my computer had a massive heart attack and died last week while my sister was trying to make it work faster. Poor old geezer, didn't have a chance. So, I've been walking aimlessly around without the joy of listening to my Itunes or adding onto my book. I can't look at my pictures...which means my blogs will be absent of photography for an unknown period of time. I'm stuck reading and doing homework, or driving around wasting money on crap I don't need.

Speaking of books, I bought Speak. I started it in First period, and finished it in Fifth while we watched an insanely boring video in English. I realized within the first two pages that I knew this story, and when I thought about it, I realized that I saw a TV movie based on it one night while hiding in the dark at my father's house. It was on the Oxygen channel. "Bella" was in it; she did pretty well since she's already very odd. Anyways, the book put me into an even worse funk than I was already in. This was my thought process all day:
Sleep. Food. Pain. I hate my eyebrows. She's too pretty. Why didn't I put on make-up today. Cafeteria food should be illegal. Teenagers are annoying. Physics is cruel. Hate. Hate. Hate her. Pain. Memories. Regret. Pity. Tired.

I'm supposed to be driving to the middle school nearby for my Mentor-Mentee group thing, but my little girl is sick, so I'm skipping. Why act like my life is great and I don't care about what people in high-school think of me and I'm comfortable with who I am when I'm so so so not?

I might start working on a new novel, since I can't get to Sunshine right now. Ugh.

"I want your ugly, I want your disease. I want your everything as long as it's free." - Bad Romance, Lady Gag A