everytime i think of you

Hey. So today was interesting. Gosh, I hate waking up early to straighten my hair, so I think I'll just stop. It looks all big and stuff anyway, which is weird because then it looks big both curly and straight. There's just no winning. So yeah, I was late to 0 period again. As always. And I woke up so damn early too.

Man, signing yearbooks makes me sad. I've only signed five so far but its kind of depressing already. Honestly, I didn't expect that. Thought yearbooks were just routine, but this is the last yearbook signing session we'll ever have, and then I'll just go straight to signing bodies when I'm a rock star. See. Sad, right? Speaking of rock star...there's a guitar final next week and the week after and I don't know what to play. Friggin A.

Physio test sucked. Failed that one. Sucks I don't even know my own body.

Then after school I went out with Maureen, Lycky, and Darren to get some McDonald's because we were all hungry. So after we eat and we're in the car ready to go home, I say "Shit, where's my wallet?" And then we all go back and Darren searches in the trash because I said I thought I left it on the tray and then threw it away. But we don't find it, I go in the bathroom to wash my hands while Maureen goes back to the car and Lycky asks the register. And then when I come out of the bathroom Lycky says "I'm gonna fuckin' hit you" or something like that, and I ask why. Maureen is waving the wallet around and she found it on the side of her car. I'd just like to say thank you to them and especially Darren for diggin in the trash. That was nice and I'm an idiot.

What else? Got my dress. It's really a dress. You know, short, so I don't have to get it altered and its a halter. Black and pink. I'm kind of glad, don't like those damn gowns and I'm just in need of a change from last year, because two proms, same dress. Whatta loser. So yeah. Bought the ticket and everything, now the only things to worry about are hair, maybe nails, accesories and shoes. But the dress is done so I'm relieved. I think the dress and hair are the most important things...and when you get those, you're good.

Shit, my dad went and called the school to try to clear up my absences, but then he said that I probably don't have 15 cuts, that Mr. Quick just didn't mark me there because I was late. But now I have to go and talk to lady at school and fix it. FUCK. Okay dude, I maybe don't have 15 cuts, but I have at least 13, so whyyyyyyyyyyyy do I even have to go straighten it up. Friggin' dad.

Also, today is Friday. TGIF.