Throw Up Some Tears

Poor kid. No more ice cream for her. The trunk is stuffed like a stocking. The semester has been successful. I will take you sledding. I will also make you some cookies and some fudge to steal. In a foil pan. Wear your boots or you will get frostbite. Eila likes Mozart? Nursery and some input. A clock stamped Walgreens. A video labeled Backstreet Boys. Boys Rule, Scooby Doo. Ice cream and some vomit. Oranges and oranges. What do you want to do about it? I dont want to do anything just yet. Not when I am being stared at. I want that iHome. I still have tons of potential to end up like the cat lady. I think that might be swell. Speaking of cats, mine runs into glass doors. And he poops on Christmas presents...Lola and Leighana. 21 degrees and rising... Jaba the Hut. A movie about inappropriate topics. Scary stuff. Violations and probations. Don't forget the demerit. Applications are turned in and a mission in Provo. Blonde hair and thats all.

Ob La Di Ob La Da...Life Goes On

So one semester left. Shout out to Miss Tiffany who is going off and getting married. I will miss my best procrastination partner. She is a pro. A giant makeup kit provides hours and hours and hours of fun. Even when being serious. Room checks mean nothing to me. Just do it sooner in the day. The day I dread/long for is soon arriving. I don't know what to think. Semester is finished! It couldn't have come at a better time. I passed biology. A new cell phone is on the way. And I feel complete ish. Sledding crushes bones and Megan cant steer. Brownies and corn dogs with a side of mashed potatoes and salmon. Songs for settlement. Free movie but wait, Mom, is this Dr. Pepper? Idiots, I will get the drink I choose and deal with it so leave me alone. Instead I get stuck with fruit punch. How typical. Snow and semi truck rollovers. Pit stops for pee. Sanitation. Gasoline and wiper fluid. The end.