gary coleman riding a panda

fuckin riiiiiight.

scott, what the hell did i tell you about blogging at my house? and on my account?
go decapitate yourself

there is this really cool kid and his name is scott carlson

scott is a jerk and we're not dating.
or fucking.

well. im getting fat. joe and scott kidnapped me yesterday, and i left a cake at joe's house. there were some annoying chicks. we kidnapped mark and got taco bell. i was avril lavigne for a while. then we burned stuff at my house and im going to have to explain to mr. gannon that i accidentally burned that summer packet.

there's this guy and i just think he's really nice and funny and smart and janks. and i wish he knew that if he doesn't like me, he could totally just say so and i wouldn't be upset. and i really just think he's really easy to talk to and i'd be perfectly happy if we never ever dated and just stayed friends.

motherfucker

there's a leftover crack show tonight and i will not be there

there's a kid that's about 6 or 7 miles away and i am not hanging out with him. and he's not even online. and i'm still confused about our conversation last night.
that MIGHT be a hint. i don't know. you decide.

3 more finals.
blow my life.

i got arrested on friday and ive been telling people the story all week so if anyone else asks im going to gouge out their eyes and feed them to them.
i'm grounded. today was the last day of school besides finals. im trying like hell to go to the show at the corpse fortress on saturday.
commie pinkos ftw.