i'm ready. to go outside. roll on thursday, seriously. the scabs o my face are pissing me off so much. i want to just rip them off. but i can't. if they didn't scar they'd be off by now. i need to get rid of them. a few of my spots are still contageous. they better be scabbed over soon, because i cannot take sitting in this house much longer. it's reduced me to watching high school musical three. which was shit. basically, this happened:
- yay! win a basket ball game.
- yay! putting on yet another spring musical.
- oh no. i don't know which college to go to.
- oh no. my girlfriend's dumped me.
- i'm getting her back by driving 1000 miles.
- we're back together again and the play was a success.
- the end.
see. crap. and it's worse, because they sing. they don't even sing good. and there was too much zac efron.
i'm watching spongebob now. it's SO much better. (:
5 fitties talkin' 'bout what i said.:
yay! you admitted it's crap. that's the first step!
y'know, that's almost the same reaction rissa had when i told her. her reaction was:
"Emma, i'm very dissapointed, but admitting it is good. now i have to stab you twice. /stab /stab"
except she can't spell.
well, great minds think alike an all that.
eeeew. you watched high school musical 3? :O
yes. i watched it. and i'm not ashamed. matt prokop is hot.
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