IS SAD....

Hi, As you can see, I've added my little number county thing. And it doesn't have enough numbers. Cheer me up by, I dunno, tell your friends, family, dog, cat, elephant, teacher, circus trainer, self, etc. And, if you like, come back. Enjoy life for a while. AND: COOOOOONTEEEEESSTTTTTT!!!!!!!! If you comment back and I don't know you, I will post about you, and give you an honorable mention thing.

SILENCE, YOUNG IDIOTS.

Psssshhhhh....The phone rang, btw. You people from Russia like my blog. I'm fairly shocked at the amont of people who read this...

BE SILENCED, AND SPEAK.

Okay, today has been EPIC, I got a 97% on my math test, and math is my worst subject.

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COME ON, BE HAPPY FOR ME!!!!!!!!

Ah, but one part of this day sucked. LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA.
I have to write an essay about me, my hobbies, and stuff. My only excuse for a hobby was writing. My only excuse to my teacher? This is our conversation

Me: I write as a hobby.
Her: Do you play sports?
Me: Sort of.
Her: Do you play an instrument?
Me: Sort of.
Her: Is that it?
Me: Yeah, well.

As you can see, all the work gets to you.



I'm wondering if I should just give up, 'cause I read over the post thinking "Boring, boring, bor- Okay, was ANY of this funny?" ...Oh well, suck it up.

Me and my stupid pride...are sitting here alone...going through the photographs, staring at the phone...

If you're wondering, I am waiting for the phone to ring.


I feel like crying. I don't know why. I just want to explode. I feel like every bit of stress in me is welling up, and I'm going to feel like fireworks...I hate math. But, again, it's all I have :P. FA-UL. I want to just start singing, so brb


*Returns five minutes later*


DONE!


I HATE MATH BLAH BLAH.

This post is going to be just me saying "I hate math" And being bored. I give up.

Wonder.

Dear audience, but I'm mostly directing this to anyone. Please, please please. Answer this, no matter who you are.

I mostly write the title, then I just type. It never works. Why can't life be simple, why does it have to be complicated? I'm asking seriously. Why can't, when you have luck, why does it turn on you? Bad, bad, good. That's the order everything comes in. Worse it is, the good is better.

Missing You,

To all those who I miss, who I don't remember, who remember me and can't say it.

I remember all those wishes, those dreams,
the ones we could fly, so far away, it seems.
But there's always an end, to the very start,
and my little dreams all fell apart.
Missing you, wishing too,
hardly even lying...
every night I sit there, missing you and crying.


Mimi made a new blog (lookingatthestarswithoutyou.blogspot.com) I almost changed the name of my blog to to that before...gr.

Sorry!

I'm not really posting much...I should, but I've been working my *** off, and it's not helpful. I'm doing a little "Re-inventing" of my blog, so...

I'M SO FRICKEN TIRED. GOOOOD, I hate this. For all reading this, just comment. Make my day, otherwise you get one of three

1) A cranky AJ. Not fun.
2) A good, long, loud list of swears.
3) A finger.

So. Bye. Sorry.

OMG EPICNESS!

This week has been one of the worst and one of the best weeks of my uneventful life. Why?
Yesterday my cell phone turned on randomly in the middle of the school day, and I had to turn it off. A teacher thought I was texting. And they yelled at me. (Gr.) The same day, I forgot my lunch... and then I had 4 zillion pounds of homework. BUT it was fairly awesome because (I love history SO MUCH) the historical society here is giving a Haunted House walk. And some people has to pretend to be the ghost and tell they're stories. I get to dress up as a little Victorian girl, and people from all over the world come to see the historical art and stuff, so! And I have more views, 7 from Russia (!) viewed my blog (!) If you have no clue who's writing this blog, please comment. Aw, whatever, even if you do. COMMENT!