French fry, f-f-f-french fry!!

Ow! I just hit my ankle on the desk, currently. Ow ow ow ow ow. *deep breath* I’ll be alright though. Im a trooper. *holds back a tear*

So, Im back to writing my long ass night entries about all the crap that seems useless, and which I like to drag on into many, many sentences.. But oh well. Soooo, for any of you who go to my school or whatever, today I was outside, and guess who walked by? Tasha Fenters. I was surprised to see her, so I said hi to her and she came to talk to me.. she told me she got a tattoo, which was 2 dolphins on her upper back.. so she asked if I wanted to see it, and I said ok.. so she lifted up her shirt all the way to the back of her neck to show it to me. It was.. interesting. =/ I asked if she got her schedule, and she said no. I told her that a lot of people I know did, and she said “Hm. Maybe I got accepted into reform school.” So, she might not be going to school with us next yr. ANYHOO.

Right now Im eating some french fries (thus the title), seasoned ones. They are interesting. A little dry. But hell, who am I to complain? Right now, surprisingly enough, Im listening to my new dave matthews CD. *shakes ass*

Theres an emptiness inside her

And she’d do anything to fill it in

And though it’s red blood

Bleeding from her now

Its more like cold blue ice in her heart

She feels like kicking out all the windows

And setting fire to this life

She could change everything about her

Using colors bold and bright

But all the colors mix together

To gray

Woo! Scotts didnt call. Damn them. Ill probably call them tomorrow. If I wasnt such a procrastinator, I would have done it on Saturday. Oh well.. Reforming to society.. Blah dee dah.

And now I have run out of things to say. Ill write again soon, rest assured..

*MEEP!*