wearing: grey warm up pants (they're awesome like.. sweatpants only in tight bellbottom form) and my big comfy sweater that looks really bad on me, and a pink tank top under the big comfy sweater that looks really bad on me.
on winamp: joshua koback, rhyme (i love this song, i'm going to get married, just so i can play this song at the wedding. and so i can wear a poofy dress, but the wedding rant is a WHOLE other thing, i don't want to taint the "on winamp" catergory with my ramblings... so i'll stop)
feeling: i feel really sick actually. and grumpy because my computer didn't come today (i'm getting a new computer, wooot)
should be: doing my psychology homework *hangs head*
quote:"take a walk with me, down to the fountain, you can throw me in, you can wish for something" --joshuaness--
nails: well. some of them have a very nice nail polish job. and others have no nailpolish at all. i got halfway through taking the old polish off this morning, then i realized i was ten minutes late for school. so i stopped.
thoughts: we got our yearbooks from last year today. i'm in it... five times. that's for my regular picture, drama, close up, and two random candid shots (one of me looking like a moron in band, and one of me yelling at grips during oliver). when i saw the band picture (it's a REALLY big picture of me) i was like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" and erin came running over to see why i randomly collapsed and started yelling, and then made fun of me for it *sob* oh well.
my sister is obsessed with looking at my yearbook. also, she just got a new hair cut, it's at a length where it NEEDS to be styled in order to not look like crap... and she doesn't style it at all, she hardly brushes it, and it's too short to just pull back in a pony tail. it annoys the hell out of me.
tomorrow's friday. i'm glad. i dont' have p.e. tomorrow. i do have p.e. on monday. but we're playing tennis, and i have friends in my class, so it's REALLY fun. like, yeah. patrick gave us all characters to be.... so that we have motivation for tennis. it's HILARIOUS. and i keep like.... underestimating my strength and whacking the ball so hard it goes on the roof. then stumpf comes over and is like "*SIGH* you're not playing right" and patrick and i respond with french accents (in keeping with our characters), and mr. stumpf gets confused and leaves. good times.
i'm tired.
i'm going to stop blogging.
*megan*
on winamp: joshua koback, rhyme (i love this song, i'm going to get married, just so i can play this song at the wedding. and so i can wear a poofy dress, but the wedding rant is a WHOLE other thing, i don't want to taint the "on winamp" catergory with my ramblings... so i'll stop)
feeling: i feel really sick actually. and grumpy because my computer didn't come today (i'm getting a new computer, wooot)
should be: doing my psychology homework *hangs head*
quote:"take a walk with me, down to the fountain, you can throw me in, you can wish for something" --joshuaness--
nails: well. some of them have a very nice nail polish job. and others have no nailpolish at all. i got halfway through taking the old polish off this morning, then i realized i was ten minutes late for school. so i stopped.
thoughts: we got our yearbooks from last year today. i'm in it... five times. that's for my regular picture, drama, close up, and two random candid shots (one of me looking like a moron in band, and one of me yelling at grips during oliver). when i saw the band picture (it's a REALLY big picture of me) i was like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" and erin came running over to see why i randomly collapsed and started yelling, and then made fun of me for it *sob* oh well.
my sister is obsessed with looking at my yearbook. also, she just got a new hair cut, it's at a length where it NEEDS to be styled in order to not look like crap... and she doesn't style it at all, she hardly brushes it, and it's too short to just pull back in a pony tail. it annoys the hell out of me.
tomorrow's friday. i'm glad. i dont' have p.e. tomorrow. i do have p.e. on monday. but we're playing tennis, and i have friends in my class, so it's REALLY fun. like, yeah. patrick gave us all characters to be.... so that we have motivation for tennis. it's HILARIOUS. and i keep like.... underestimating my strength and whacking the ball so hard it goes on the roof. then stumpf comes over and is like "*SIGH* you're not playing right" and patrick and i respond with french accents (in keeping with our characters), and mr. stumpf gets confused and leaves. good times.
i'm tired.
i'm going to stop blogging.
*megan*
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