This journal is now friends only. I know it's really frustrating to log in every time you want to read this (if anyone actually wants to), but oh well. Sorry. D:

...and I'm gonna go make a milkshake.

"Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17 year olds who don't smile, high pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite bands signature, black square rimmed glasses, and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 of the face at an angle.

::sniff sniff:: "The Demise of the Siberian Traintracks of Our Rusty Forgotten Unblemished Love" sounds like it would make a great emo band name. ::cry:: "

yay urbandictionary.com.

Racing racing--MOM CAN I PLEASE STOP NOW? NO. Get in the car. and give me that pie! NOT THE PIE yes the pie NOOOOOOO

Succulencccccccce....

Kinda feel like posting. but i don't have anything to say except for I'm really full because I've just eaten pizza, and I haven't listened to this for a long time (Barbossa is Hungry--Pirates of the Caribbean 1).
Oh, and...oh wait, never mind I forgot.
Dad just called for absolutely no reason. I was like...okay dad...
completely pointless two minute conversation.
but whatever.
okay. that's all.

I JUST LOST THE GAME. 6:51 pm.