So, I guess I'll actually post about things. I don't know why, seeing as only two people read this, and one of them was there for some of this, and the other has already been personally filled in on, but whatever.

So Friday was Red Feather, as you know, and it was gross, and when everyone went to the game, I went to the mall with Friend-o. I purchased the comfiest sweater ever. Comfiest looks really weird, I bet it's actually comfyest. Comfyiest. Ew, no, that's all wrong. Yeah. I also bought another sweater. Whatever. Then I went to friend-o's house, with Boyfrand-o, and we rented a movie, Dead Silence, but it didn't work. Run on sentences and poorly constructed paragraphs, for the win.

So now I have a horror movie, sitting near me, and I should watch it, and it's due back Friday, so I guess I get to stay up on a school night and shit bricks all by myself. Hmmm. I don't know. What a waste of 5 dolla. This saddens me, a lot. ):

Anyway, we made... no, they made french toast... I supervised, in a hat. Then, I don't even know. What DID we do? Oh, right. I don't know, we hung out and stuff. Super cool. I went home.

Saturday, I slept in :3 Then hung out with Jared.
AMG I KNOW, GUISE. I ONLY HANG OUT WITH MY BOYFRAN, LIEK, WE SO IN LUV, AND I DITCHED ALL MY FRANDS FOR HIM. Loljk, go fist yourself.
We went for sometimes caffeinated beverages, then to see Easy A. I gotta say, I loved it. It was really enjoyable, and the main character is fucking gorgeous. Anyway.
Then we were driving around and stuff, and then not driving around and stuff, and then yeah, some cops came at 11:30, and I shat bricks then finally went home, feeling thoroughly uneasy with myself. Awesome. I went to sleep kind of early. :)

I woke up at 10:30, which was cool, I guess. Got ready, then I went to a dear friend in the sky's house, with another friend. And then her friend was there. And we all hung out, and I don't know, it was cool. Today's been tiring though. I didn't have the energy to be... energetic. Isn't shat such a crappy word? I don't like it. I came home and filled my evening with Mitchell Davis, because I don't want anything else right now, because I don't feel okay.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow, I am not well. I am dreading it with every ounce of my being. I haven't felt this crappy for a while. Things were actually going well, and now I'm uncomfortable and fmnskfwemn. But of course I'll put up with it, and show my face in that disgrace [ofabuilding]. That rhymes. Things will look up soon though, they always do.

Hnnnnnnnnnnnnf, I'm saying hnnnnf a lot now, out of context, but Idfc.

lifeeeeeee.