I thank God not to slip, but you're under eighteen.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
++ mood: annoyed.
++ music: How good can it be. The 88.
Erg. Damnit. Would you please stop it! I don't like it when you do that. This is like, the third time you've done that. Or was it the 4th... What the hell is the matter with you! It freaking annoys me. And here I was thinking this was going to be a good blog. But you just had to ruin it, didn't you. What the heck is the matter with you? I didn't even give you permission to do that. If you think for one minute, its nice, think again. It really is not. I mean, get a clue. Is it not that damned obvious it's annoying the hell out of me? Jesus.
Ok, anyway. I went to mi'highschool yesterday. It was nice. I saw Rica in her study mode, which isn't all that study-ish to begin with. We had a conversation about something I saw, when I stopped by her classroom the second time. It was like:
Me: Dude! I saw -----. She has emo glasses!
Rica: I know!
Me: It's like... your glasses!
Rica: I
know!
Me: She has your glasses!
Rica: I
know!
Me: It's freakish.
Rica. I know.
Me: Okae. Meet you in the library. Don't forget. Library.
Rica: Okae.