coming in fast over me;

[rocknload]

This morning, in the room where I was sleeping, the dogs knocked over our gong.

My mom walked in to find me sitting bolt upright, my hair standing straight up (because it's short enough to do that when I first wake up.) "I am awake," I said.

To-do: don't forget to meet for Japanese food; sheets and stuff; move back into my goddamn room; finish these; play guitar until my fingers almost bleed; study French; that thing pushpushlady wanted me to write; work on TFK;

Edit: And fjdsfdsklfsklf I seem to have double booked next weekend without even realizing it. Failure is mine.

Comments

[sunsetsred.livejournal.com]

LOL, ARE YOU "GIFTED & TALENTED", BRITTANY~?

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

THAT'S WHAT THEY ALWAYS TOLD ME.

[sunsetsred.livejournal.com]

THERE ARE SOME THINGS PEOPLE SAY THAT THEY DONT REALLY MEAN, TO BE NICE.

LIKE WHEN SOMEBODY COMPLIMENTS YOU ON YOUR HAIR WHEN YOU'RE HAVING A BAD DAY.

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

PFFFT, PEOPLE INSULT ME SO OFTEN, I HAVE TO ASSUME THAT WHEN THEY SAY NICE THINGS THEY ACTUALLY MEAN IT

[sunsetsred.livejournal.com]

COME NOW. SURELY YOU'RE ACQUAINTED WITH THE CONCEPT OF SARCASM!

[dudeinred.livejournal.com]

NO. NEVER.