tomorrow i have jv show choir again. did i mention we suck? like last nite at practice we taped our run-through and omg its sooooo bad. AND WE COMPETE ON SATURDAY! aaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so frickin scared. not to mention scared and confused about other things happening in my life and the moronic thoughts that should die before i ge hurt worse. yak. all that = me exploding. and i have to do major work on my floor plans and do make-up work in gym class as well as putting extra time in in drafting 2. econ i dont understand so thats just struggling anyway. and yeah. oy!
oh man. so i really need to concentrate on not being a dumbass in my writing since i dont edit it, this is just my first initial thoughts and such that get ranted down and posted.
oh man... everyone should read the web comic "something positive" choo choo bear is my hero.
yeah
i need to find a guy who kisses me and means it. a boy who i like and he likes me back too. and sings to me. or at least makes an attempt. as long as he tries to, because he would know that it would make me happy that he at least tried to do something i wanted. and he has to not be afraid to cuddle in front of people. not like making out, that is where privacy is a good thing. but i love cuddling. it makes my world go 'round. oh and backrubs. my back hurts sooooo frickin much right now. ow!
and yeah...
i really need to stop thinking about this. and i kind of want to damn my friends for thinking this up. but then id have to damn myself for asking other friends what they thought bout the first friends spontaneous ideas based of my feelings that stuck after getting burned hardcore. if anyone understands that, i congradulate them because i don't.
this is where i apologize for my horrible grammer, spelling and the like.
anyways, i might as well make some sort of an attempt to sleep pretty soon. and maybe someday i can actually start to make sense on here. til then,
love and flowers,
-zhanna
and yeah...
i really need to stop thinking about this. and i kind of want to damn my friends for thinking this up. but then id have to damn myself for asking other friends what they thought bout the first friends spontaneous ideas based of my feelings that stuck after getting burned hardcore. if anyone understands that, i congradulate them because i don't.
this is where i apologize for my horrible grammer, spelling and the like.
anyways, i might as well make some sort of an attempt to sleep pretty soon. and maybe someday i can actually start to make sense on here. til then,
love and flowers,
-zhanna