after all, what is a smore but a dessert panini?

Well, 

• Those who marry, cheat
• Those who cheat, lie
• Those who lie, have problems
• Those who have problems, do drugs
• Those who do drugs, recover
• Those who recover, turn into lesbians and date Rumur Willis

Oh, and also, she is a good kisser apparently? Who knew.

But in all seriousness, Adrianna is so lame now, Dixon is so boring that he doesnt deserve the 20 minutes of screen time he gets, and Annie clearly has the most interesting plot but she gets significantly less screen time than a guy who goes to a bar to watch basketball with his mom for an episode. What the fuck. But I dont care I really love 90210. And no, I will not stop talking about it every tuesday night. 

I dont have an S.O.S because the only song I have in mind is by a certain guy who goes by a certain animal combined with a certain type of place my friend is obsessed with and i couldnt let that happen. If you found that confusing it’s okay, because so did I.

But I cant. I’ve been alternating between this and facebook for about an hour now, and I cant seem to pry myself out from the intrigue of this stupid computer long enough to watch a movie. I wanted to watch Toy Story, but after I take a look at my options I wish mostly likely pick a movie I havent seen in forever, that I used to like, then realized was too long and kinda sucked. (oh hey there Big Fish) I should probably just not look through my options right? Wrong. I have to cause I’m weird like that and I know I self diagnose myself with things often and now its totally OCD. No, really. I cut out some little chromosomes or some shit like that for science the other day and as someone at my table was pasting them on paper he dropped one in the sink. Being the last class of the day, there were already many lost pieces in the sink as well, including several of the kind he dropped. I could tell the one he picked wasnt the one I cut and made him fish the right one out. I’m totally one of those straighten the painting on the wall if its slightly crooked types. 

Aside from that, I am just bored. Nothing to do at all. I was going to go to Busch Gardens later in the week but I dont think I will. Why? Well because the person I wanted to ask to go with me is already going like the day before. Ah, what friendless is like. 

I should really watch that movie now shouldnt I?

I think I owe myself that much after watching a movie where Zooey Deschanel throws a kitten into the ocean in a bag. It had Will Ferrel in it. And before you think, “hey, I don’t remember that happening in Elf!” It didn’t. It was a movie called Winter Passing. Kittens do not belong in oceans, Zooey Deschanel.

Speaking of kittens, did you know Kirstie Alley has ANOTHER tv show? It’s called something like Big Life. And incase you didn’t know, she had another show a while back called Fat Actress. Okay, we get it, you’re fat. We can all see it with our eyes. We dont need you to make two shows about it. Regardless, I still watched an hour of the show. And by now you’re probably like, “why is this related to kittens?” well only because she has like a million! (and by that I mean a solid two or three cats) but anyways, her son is named True? What? And also, how the hell can she afford a handy man, two assistants, AND a stylist? I mean there’s a reason she didn’t re-vamp the name Fat Actress for this show, because now, she’s a fat nobody. The truth hurts. Sorry.

I havent written in a while. Yeah. Well I dont really have much to say anymore. 

It kinda sucks how indecisive I am about everything. But whatever. 

And also, I dont know if this is normal or not, but I’ve been having a reoccurring dream about eating meat. And by that I mean, like, four in the past two months. All about eating meat. I even cried in one of them. Vegetarianism is taking its toll on me. 

Anyways, I’m done here. Bye.

I watched with blank thoughts as she stabbed the cardboard ferociously with scissors. I had been ditched again, I needed to not look so desperate for friends. I picked a table with a guy I knew, he’d have to let me sit there. And so I did. A girl who everyone tends to claim as obnoxious and loud was actually a lot nicer then everyone led on. She tried to make a butterfly out of cardboard, failing but still trying. I finished early. I had finished my work an hour early. And so I sat, talking when talked to, and other wise saying nothing. The reason I sat there was because there was a spot. The fun people that the remaining people at the table liked, left. It wasnt surprising when it happened, when I was ditched. I have to go through it every day, both last periods. My pity friends don’t like me that much and my actual friends don’t really care. So there I was, watching a poor piece of cardboard being stabbed mercilessly, watching a nice girl constructing a poor butterfly, watching the guy who’s friendly nature earlier in the year had saved me at this moment, watching the clock. I prayed for it to tick faster. It didn’t. 

Art class.

alone, completely ditched by the people that sat there to talk to people more interesting (seriously, even trent left) I started to wonder, what was the starting point of my day starting to suck?

Was it then? Was it earlier when I watched my dog jump up and eat my breakfast seconds before I could stop it? Was it the fact that my friends continually tell me how annoying I am for not talking in the morning? 

No, it was all of the above. 

I’ve been having a bad week. Really? It just freaking started. Yesterday was better than today. And thats a first. I dont think you will ever hear me say a blue day was better than a gold day, ever, ever again. Math made it great. And trust me, I hate math. Tennis made it great. And we ran the whole time. So yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on. 

Well I’m very happy right now because I’m listening to She and Him. I recently reconnected with cereal, now I’m reconnecting with the old music I used to love. Slowly getting things I love back!

There is no S.O.S because I’m going to write a review of the new She and Him album when I feel like it. I’m so excited about it I think I may tell everyone to have a listen.

I wake at 10. 

I get yelled at, at 10.

I print out order forms for tennis at 10:05.

I ask for a check at 10:20.

I get yelled at again at 10:20.

My mom denies acting like a bitch at 10:25.

She isn’t the only one that works hard all day.

I got back to bed at 10:30.

You think you have more problems than Russia during World War I. You dont. You have an exclusive group of friends, and by exclusive, I mean you have like five friends that wont leave you the fuck alone. There are no secrets between you. Not because you’re close with your friends, but simply because they wont leave you the fuck alone. You date a guy. Hes a creep. He only dated you cause his friend told him you’d be an easy catch. She was right. Oh, and by the way, you’re pregnant, bitch. Who’s the dad? Non other than a bad boy who actually does have problems, and now you’re stuck with him forever. No one around you seems to notice or care you’re pregnant except the like five friends you have.

This is high school right? So kids have sex. And in this world of kids having sex, you have a religious friend who refuses to have sex (and then blames the death of her father on the fact that she did do it) and you have a slut who isnt just a slut but a manipulative bitch. Yeah, you know who I’m talking about.

Add a few unimportant tag alongs and hey, thats your life right? Oh and by the way, eloping and pregnancies are welcomed largely among this community. It’s like your life is one huge PSA for sex. Because everyone mentions the word sex at least once in every sentence, right? Right?

If you can look at this scenario and totally agree, congrats pal! You are now qualified to document this lovely, normal high school experience on film, in one hour segments, and sell it to ABC family (cause when it comes to tv programming they really know their shit).

But really, if that is what high school is like,

Then where the hell have I been all year?