Super Duper to the Hooray.
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I wish I was cool. Sometimes.
This entry will start will the letter/word "I"
Why? Because this entry, once again, is dedicated to speaking solely about myself.
I am doing better. I get frustrated because I am really fast sometimes, and then some other times I lack being the best. It bothers me. I wish I was like the super track goddess Raquelle or something.
She's like... impossibly good. I am not on her hate list (I don't think) because I lent her my cell phone. So that's a step up for me, or like a gold star or something.
I am proud of that, and only that.
I've been getting lazy again, and I've been doing so good with doing everything I needed and whatnot. Someone needs to hypnotize me and tell me to do my homework and projects an excell and be the best at everything.
Maybe then I'll be satisfied, yes?
ONTHEBRIGHTSIDE:
This mix CD is awesome. All the songs that are fit for my mood are in it. Well there is this one French song, and it's not Arcade Fire or anything like that, it's like... stuff your parents listen to Sunday nights. Nonetheless, it's mushy, it sucks, and I LOVE IT.
That CD is a total badass.
Like a smoking elephant.
6:53 p.m. - 2006-02-28
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