Well, hey, Bloggie. I'm nice and bathed and ready to talk about meaningless things that no one cares about but I'll come back in three years and go "Hey I remember this." Yay, run-on sentence. Ms. Sullivan would be so proud of me. I can hear the ruler already.
Anyway, Bloggie, I've been lazy all day, sipping Coca-Cola and watching Invader Zim. Summer is the best, but I think I might have to be responsible (UGH) and start on that APEC Project. God, sometimes I want to strangle a mammoth with a churro, homework makes me so mad!
Andrew called me begging to come and see me. I'll be honest, Blogg, I might just break up with him. I know it's just a cheesy line ("It's not you, it's me") but it's true. I think my junk food is making me lazy, therefore I don't want to see him out of sheer laziness, therefore I get used to not seeing him, therefore I don't like him. Maybe I should quit eating junkie food then, because when I'm alone I'm pissed that I don't have a guy. And by a guy, I mean a tall, kind, nice guy. (Which means back off Cody, Trev, and Paul.)
I guess I'm a bitch sometimes. I mean, I bet a lot of girls wish a few guys liked them. But I swear, Andrew's getting pissed and Cody, and so I am. He's such a creep! He follows me around and grabs me at random times and drags me into conversations I don't want to be in... ugh.
So, Bloggie, I have to clean up my room or else Dad will bitch at me and not buy me Golden Spoon, which is like my crack. Peace.
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