Mood: Satisfied.
Listening to: Everything (currently, it's "Vergessene Kinder" by Tokio Hotel)
Reading: I read whatever the hell I want.
Watching: My soul slowly wither and DIE.
Playing: Nothing anymore.
Eating: Curry, rice, and the mouthpiece on my trumpet...
Drinking: Dang, stalker... it's DIET soda...

The "weekly" promotions:

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This one was just really cool to look at. The water droplet looks like it's GLOWING. Gah, it was just amazing.

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Vincent looks so NOMABLE in this. Especially his eyes... *nom-nom* >:3

Anyways, on with my week...

I haven't been doing my homework or paying attention in class, and I'm pretty sure I'm STILL passing all of my accursed AP courses.

HOW EASY CAN IT BE TO PASS ALL THOSE DARN CLASSES?!!! Dang, they're supposed to be college courses, too...

**AHEM**

Anyway, I've been working on some new styles for my eyes... yes, the ones you draw, not the ones you have on your head. And I can't wait to spam your inboxes with more of my crap.

I almost got in big trouble due to a free-write journal I did in my English class. I mean, come on. The guy thought I was about to commit suicide, Chuh... Pfft... yeah...

Some chicks nearly got into a fight RIGHT BEHIND ME on my way to 5th period. So ANNOYING. I mean, one's all, "Four o'clock! Four o'clock!" and the other is all "Go to class b1t(4!!!" and I'm all "SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" (but that's all in my head, because I don't want to get jumped in the Vallarta).

I mean, if you're going to carry out a threat, DO IT. I don't mind the yelling and the threatening and things of the like, as long as you BACK IT UP. That way, I won't feel like half of the girls at my school are completely useless.

Oh dear, what else... we did a parade. Half of a mile, not too big. Some idiot trumpet in the second row in front of me kept blasting, same with a sousaphone in the rows behind me. They sounded AWFUL. Their playing was GOOD, but they stuck out like a big, red, sore thumb on an albino dude with big hands. DX

I hate parade days; everyone is uber tense, and I'm always yelled at. Dang... I'm just trying to get people to go faster. But NOOOO, everyone wants to take their sweet, sweet time getting ready and getting in the car. "Oh, I forgot my glasses." "Oh, I can't find my keys." "Oh, you're such an ungrateful daughter." SUCK IT UP. I COULD GO WITH ANYONE ELSE, BUT I CHOSE YOU. SO SUCK IT UP.

I think I'm done ranting about that... I was especially pissed off that I got there and looked like I had been crying really hard, so I had to sit out and calm down before I got back to the warm-up arc.

ANYWAY. Well, I got baptized today. I'm really happy about that. I hated the crowd, though... and I couldn't stop shaking... I couldn't; it was so scary... I hate going up in front of people I don't really know. I started crying up there, in front of everyone, and I was just freaked out. I couldn't talk, I couldn't really do anything, all because my throat refused to work. But then, after that agonizing minute and a half in front of everyone, I got dunked and I went into the bathroom to change back.

I'M SO GLAD I DIDN'T GO UP ALONE. There were two other people (about to be married) going up before me. They were adults, and they weren't nearly as emotional as I was. (I was told I made several women and one [possibly more] man cry.) That was just something else...

Well, that's pretty much it.

OH! AND I'M IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER BOOK.

Has anyone else heard of "The Perks of Being a Wallflower"?