Note To Self

"My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
To break or bury,
Or wear as jewelery,
Which ever you prefer."

Dashboard Confessional.
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My history teacher is back, which means no more subsitute, which means no more livejournal during history.

And my fucking fan won't shut off

Today has been lame. I was supposed to retake this test for English that kind of decided whether or not I passed the class, and I forgot. Although, my teacher let me stay after school and take it. As thankful as I am for that, it doesn't mean that I wanted to have to stay 30 minutes after school to take a stupid test on the history of the english language.

So yeah, now that I'm finally home I'm cold, because a certain ceiling fan has decided to be the spawn of satan and not shut off when I pull the damn string!

This is a very angsty post, isn't it?

At lunch Amanda and I decided to sit with these kids we've never really sat by before and they made it SO obvious they didn't want us around. So we went and sat by these other guys and they were cool and they liked us.
8D
Although, none of this drama would have happened if I remembered to take my test.

I really want to photoshop something.