listening:: "swamped" - lacuna coil
I don't eat ice cream that much. Only when I'm really sad or angry. Or if I'm really happy. Or if I'm bored. But I take a break sometimes, like if we run out.
Fixed some problems with image hosting in the fanlisting department, and I'm working on fixing the pictures from past entries as well, just in case you were wondering.
Nessa introduced me to Ryan today. I don't think he's that hot ('cept his body)...but hey, he seems like a cool guy to hang out with, and he's nice.
Picture day. Of course, a little girl threw up on my bus and I was like, "open the windows!" Which was a mistake, because that ruined my nice straight hair. And then the air conditioner wasn't working for the first half hour of school and that turned my hair into a nice afro, but it wasn't quite the look I was going for. So that sucked.
But it was actually a really funny day, especially on the bus.
On the bus in the morning, Jourdan and I were talking about that little girl's throw up, and on the bus in the afternoon, Melissa, Kyllan, Robert and I were talking the whole time, and that's always hilarious as hell. Our bus is frickin packed in the afternoon, and our bus driver insists we wear our stupid seatbelt things. Hey, if we decide not to wear them and die, isn't that our own damn problem? Kyllan sat on his instrument case in the back between the two back seats where Melissa and I were sitting, which I can't imagine was very comfortable for him.
Our bus driver is also very intercom happy. Ever since she got her new bus, all she does is blast talk radio and yell at us over the intercom. Today she was bitching about having found a poptart on the bus floor. She asked whose it was, and when no one admitted to it, Melissa yelled "Maybe it was that little girl's, who threw up!" And that pissed Mrs. Stier (bus driver) off, and then someone said it might be the kid-who-jacks-off-alot's (we call him He Who Whacks), and the kid's like, "No it wasn't" And Melissa's like, "Are you sure? Because you look like you eat poptarts!" You had to be there! But it was funny. Our bus rocks, but only when we're all on together, or else I just go to sleep and listen to my CD player.
Kelly and Jadean think they can claim my freshmen. Psh-aw. They don't even know his name, and I was in his Web Design class, so nyah. They're fighting over him. But why? He's not that special. Poor thing doesn't even have a clue. Kelly even paid me a dollar to tell her his name (Marcus), but I forgot to take the dollar...heh.
Has anyone noticed that I've been slacking on my titles lately? (Except for yesterday's. I liked that one <3) They never have much to do with the actual entry.
Ugh. This diary seems so pointless. I might turn it into a morbid poem diary, so don't be surprised if it happens. Woop.