[This Love, This Hate--Hollywood Undead]
I don't even have anything to blog about. I'm so happy. This is great!
I need ten dollars. That's it, and I'm done. And school starts in four days...I still don't know what advisory Basil is in, but what does it matter? Maybe the less I see of him the healthier. Lolo is my advisory...I still don't know my schedule...and Ringo is too, ugh. Oh well. Maybe this time she'll get that I never want to see her ever again and leave me alone.
Rimby, Moo, Mark, and Gary are all apparently in my advisory...gawd...I'm screwed. Majorly. I don't even like any of them, but they're just...ew. Ew ew ew.
[Breaking Benjamin--Until the End]
Three days left of freedom. I just...I can't waste it, though I probably will. That doesn't even matter. I'm going to be an eight grader, the top of the school. I will make something of myself this year. I'll join clubs! Yeah.
Ugh. Ideas. I need to write an article for the school paper if I wanna join drama, and not joining drama is not an option. It makes me so unbelievably happy...sigh. The parents don't seem to get that I have to be successful on my own time...I can't just flip a switch and be somebody, and have talent, but they're going to take away my happiness as if I can...it's so stupid. I don't write to publish, or make money...and I've never been good at article writing...sigh.
[Prayers of a Refugee--Rise Against]