I'm Back.

Heyy Everyone.
I've decided to add an ATM at the beginning of every blogg. I think it is a cool idea, even if everyone uses them now. So here we go,

time: 12:01 PM
date: Jan. 8/06
mood: I really couldn't tell yah.
wearing: cords, white tang top and blue sweater + blue pearls
music: "I Slept With a Guy In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me" - Fall Out Boy.

So back to blogging.
Um.
Well, firstly you should know that where I am writing this blogg from, is not my usual place. I'm in my bedroom- in the basement at my daddie's. I got a new computer down here. It is pretty cool, but the keyword is odd. I can't type properly.

Anyways, today is the last day of vaca. Sigh, I know. It's only really going to be bad cause Emerson is returning. And I don't even care if that sounded mean, because she is not nice. So there.

Song Changed : "Get Busy Living, Or Get Busy Dieing." - Fall Out Boy

" I know this hurts, it was meant to."

Also, last night I had the oddest dream. I won't go into details, because it was the most bizzare thing ever, but inthe dream, I was confusing people, then someone did something (that would never happen in real life) and then everyone got mad at me. Like everyone. And I didn't even do anything. Then I was like talking to them about it, but they couldn't hear me. And then they were talking to me and I couldn't hear them. So there I was partically mute and deaf and I just started crying. It was so weird.

I also finished the sixth book of Georgia Nickelson. It was so good. Kinda. But the ending was so bad. It didn't even finish. She'd better write more books. Or I'll be mad. Gr. Like anyone cares.

Song Changed again : XO- Fall Out Boy.

" Love never wanted me, but I took it anyways."

Moving right along. I know that I've been all Non-chalant about the science presentations, but if she FORCES me to present tomorrow, I swearI will round up an army to kill her. a) becuase she hurts my eyes with the way she dresses. and b) because all my notes are at school and how am I supposed to practise?

I wonder what's for lunch. I'm hungry. I woke up at like 8 and sat in my bed trying to figure oyut what that weirdo dream was about. All this stuff happened, and it was like I was doing stuff to make excitement, which I have thought about doing alot lately, but like I would actually do it.

Je me suis ennuyeuse. Horrible. Je sais. Okay, no more french. I'll save it for tomorrow, when I should everyone my SUPER COOL ELERONIC DICTIONARY. and my SUPER COOL SHOES. And ALL MY NEW CLOTHES. La La La.

This is going on for too long. I'll finish up.

"Turn off the lights, and turn up teh silence. Because all of our moves make up for the shyness."

"You only hold me up like this, because you don't know who I really am."

"I used to waste my time of dreaming of being alive, now I only waste it dreaming of you."

Much Love,
*Miss Indesicive.
*Kandy