Ack! I haven't a clue why I'm writing at this hour. It's UNUSUAL!
Anywho, I guess it's because I need a new journal?
Annnnyways, there hasn't been too much going on... She lies...
Wait WHAT?! I didn't say such a thing!
Well... just... STRESS...
A lot of it I might add.
Let's just say, family shouldn't give you heart palpitations over stupid shit. If it keeps going on, I just might die one day... My heart will IMPLODE itself.
And Teni will take blame for it as-well.
IT'S BY DEFAULT WOMAN. LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CRAZY BANJOFIED SKANK! D8<ONWARDS!
School is freaking INSANE! 2 art classes is like, taking pliers to your nails and pulling them off and nailing your fleshy tissue till you have no more fingers to hammer. D:
Loads and LOADS of effin homework. It's barely in the SECOND week and I'm LOADED.
Not to mention the BILL for these classes.
I cannot enclose this journal with the amount. It's shameful.
I just barely got by...
So, Rinz will LUG around a 19x 24 case with all the bullshit gear.
Watch out for me, I'll be riding my pimped/ gangstafied WIMMINZ bike. And the crap will FLING IN THE AIR LIKE A STATIONARY/ FLAPPING FRISBEE!
AND THE JEW CURLS, MAI TRUNDLES WILL FLY EN DA WIND LIKE ARIEL! WEEEEEEE!
Just pray for me that I don't become the next meal for the ravens.
MINCE MEAT FTW.
California's drivers are fucking scary as FUCK! THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE! THEY'RE LYING IF THEY TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE! Just blurt out BULLSHIT! They will scatter like cucarachas.
Okai, enough. I've carried this WAAAY TO LOONG! I STOP NAO.
I WILL CONTINUE THIS LATER ON! KTHXBAI! <3
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