...That I bum around in my pj's babysitting Duckie, spending all of my time on Facebook, talking to whoever decides to IM me. At this point, it's Max & Little Lauren. Maxwell may stop by to give me my Christmas Gift, (which I'm sure I'll love, because Max is just a great friend, and I miss that boy tons.) & I hope he likes what me and La got for him yesterday. It's a pretty epic Christmas Tie & A jar of Jif peanut butter, because that's what he took for lunch this summer when he worked at Vastwood. Which he claims to hate, but he got paid good money for that job, so I'd be happy.
But I love my Duckling, he's a nice kid. Even though he keeps begging me to watch magic tricks with him on this creepy DVD that he got for Christmas. I've been hard core rambling all morning. Ask Lauren. Poor girl, she gets the worst of my ADD. Even though, I don't really have ADD, I just get easily distracted. LOVE ME. Okay, yeah, I know at least some people do. I was talking to Lauren about how I'm socially awkward because I only talk to like four people on a regular basis. But you know what? I'm happy about that. Because those people keep me a happy girl. & Not fake happy. I'm tired of fake happy. I have been for a while.
OH MY GOD. This is really off topic, but I'm going to completely fail next semester. Chemistry A & Geometry. I'm going to die. Math hates me, and Mrs.Wallace pretty much forced everyone that took Biology Freshman Year to take Chemistry. Ew. Just ew. I'm going to make Bradley teach me everything. Because he's a Chapman, and one of my best friends. Me and him have a really retarded relationship. I'm just noticing this. Like we can rant to each other about everything for forever and a day and then make really stupid jokes and I beat him up and he calls me a dirty whore man faggot. This is completely pointless. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I suck. [: But it's worth it. Because I'm finally a happy girl, and I like to be happy. I like my best friends, and I like myself and I like my boyfriend, and I like wherever I decide to go in life. Which I need to get back to figuring that out because I don't want to be a big fail. But I'm not even sixteen yet. I just have freak-outs about life all of the time. I need to control my anxiety. -.- Stupid Panic Attacks. Oh well. I'll get there eventually. I hope. I hope this provides at least some entertainment for you all. I have no idea why you read this thing. I LOVE GETTING RANDOM WALL POSTS. They make my day. But yeah, woo! I'm Waldo. Find me? (:
Mom's home! With Turkey! I'm going to make a sammich!
Later Kids! (:
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