Last day of football unit. I must say that I am going to miss it.
Not much to say, except Mrs. Galle forgot about me not passing my crap in, so she didn't yell at me. ;P
Max is asleep at my feet, since I'm wrapped in a fleecey blanket.
My mum semi-agreed to let me put whatever bumper stickers I wanted on the Camry. She'll soon learn that she will regret it. smile
Zero (this emo manga dude) is pissing me off because of his emo-ness. It'd be okay if it was a little, but he's OVER-THE-TOP-I-HATE-MYSELF-AND-EVERYONE-IN-THE-ENTIRE-WORLD.
I want footy jammies for my sixteenth birthday. And for us to all gaze at the stars during the witching hour (which is improbable, since it'd be January) and share a feeling of infinity.
And I want my days to last forever.
I don't want to live for the future.
Soooo I don't know how to explain this feeling.
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