I truly don't know where my life is headed anymore. I want to work more so I can get my own place and so I can actually afford adulthood, but nothing gets me more stressed out than 8 hours at target. I just want to listen to music all day. I want to read and work on my screenplay and watch shit tv and supernatural on dvd and laugh with my friends. On the other hand, target is getting better and as long as I don't look at the clock and think about leaving...its alright.
Took the AP lit exam today. I felt stupid as I struggled with it. I don't like feeling stupid. Maybe I did fine. I don't really want to think about it too much. If I didn't do well then I payed 60 dollars to fail a test, and I won't get any college credit. argh.
William O'Dell is one of the most confusing individuals I have dealt with as of late. I'm trying to get him to open up and be less distant, but part of me is beginning to think this is who he is and I either need to deal with it or find someone new. Reality bites.
I have listened to the same new Green Day song about ten times. American Eulogy, I love it.
Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
They are still my favorite band after almost six years. I don't give a flying fuck if they aren't cool to the hipster/hardcore/scene/lameASS crowd. On that note, I realized even though I don't dress the way I used to, I'm still the same badass pirate chick, except now I don't get kicked out of the mall and I drive a malibu.
XOXO. MOEMOE
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