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I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

 Quotes: Time machines don't exist. I'm so sick of people saying "I wish I could back in time.." Listen, sweetie, that's not gonna happen. I'm sorry, but it just won't.
Hey. Just scream Alexis & see who looks at you. I'm 5,000 days old, plus some. I live in a snowball. My friends are monks. My parents are the shit, even if we don't get along. I own a PuertoRicon bracelet and a Italian purse. I hope I make you smile in the next 60 seconds. :)
Um, yeah.
24.11.09, 6:45 AM
I've been way more into surveys than actually WRITING lately. Sorry 'bout that, ha.

So right now I'm listening to my alarm on my phone go off every 5 minutes, just because I'm too lazy to get up and turn it off. As well as this, the garbage men are here! Yaaaaaay. :/ & my cat is sitting in my former-favorite chair, trying to get to sleep but now he's looking at me like it's all my fault he can never go to sleep. Well, it isn't.

I wish I could write wittily, and smart-like. But I can't. I could, but I can't. It isn't in my nature to right about interesting things on a blog. Hahah. OH, I DO HAVE ONE THING.

K, so my school is full of people who are in dire need of medication, including our teachers. Also including the principal. He decides last week that we're gonna start, "Rule of the Week" again, as if we're in elementary school. Um, excuse me? I'm an eighth grader & I should be able to use my last year at the freaking middle school however I want. Not to add more rules. But, of course we can never have enough of those. Anyway, the principal declares that "All gel bracelets have to be thrown away by tomorrow. They have a meaning just like a naughty shirt." Of course, everybody looks at me. Huh, wonder the hell why?! I just so happen to have 873272 of those bracelets on my wrist, which I never take off because my best friend in Minot has the other half of them. So wtf? Now I'm supposed to take them off because OTHER people accuse them of being "naughty"? Although everyone is my algebra class was like, "Don't take them off! See what happens!" I took them off that night, because I really did not feel like getting detention for something dumb as BRACELETS. Yeah, so this week now we can't have cell phones in class - already have that as a rule, smartie. Anyway, I had gym yesterday & this gym teacher (who isn't even MINE) comes up and says, "Is that bracelet okay to play with?" I look at her and say, "It's not a bracelet..? It's a ponytail?" She says, "Lemme see." So I take it off, hand it to her and she hands it back and says, "So it is." & I was replied, "Did you want to keep it or something because I have tons more at home." She says, "No, no. It's okay." Mhm, that made my day better.. not.

Uuuurgh, screw school.