mood: content
music: life outside the window
CPCetc: making perfect baskets into the trashcan with me tissues
** **Dood! You guys! I can actually sort of breathe again! Isn't that exciting??? I can't hear anything, but, damn it, I can respirate again! And we all know how awesome respiration is in my family. Hoo doggies.
To everyone still at U-High who reads this (aka Paige): Are we going to Homecoming? I would be willing to go if someone else wants to (read as: my mother won't get off my ass about it). I don't want to go alone and I have no date. But! If you have a date and want to go, I'll fifth-wheel it if you'd like. I'd just feel really lame if I didn't got. Yes, that's right. I feel lame when I don't go to big school dances. So now you all know my dirty, dirty secret and will laugh at me all the time.
*pisspissmoanmoan*
I want to be a Power Ranger when I grow up. Except an old-school one. With the promise of a future career in theatrics. Otherwise, I'll stifle my dream.
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