Okay then.

I guess it works. :)

So I'm learning Existentialism On Prom Night by Straylight Run on the piano. I'm very frustrated.
[sing like you think no one's listening]
I can't get it right. I want it to be the melody and it's not. At all. It's the intro over and over again.
I have hiccups, goddammit.
I really like Cloud. It's stupid, and I know it. He's a freaky little boy, but I like him.
[millions of men with blank faces]

God. He's cute, too. Everyone says he's not, but that doesn't matter. The way he kissed me the other day was different than how he normally kisses...It's like...I dunno. He wrapped his hand on the back of my head, if that makes sense. I know it sounds stupid. Oh well.
And when he said [never ends, never ends] "girls over-analyze everything", it felt like rejection for some reason, even though we weren't even talking about us.
[give it up or you're gonna die]
I'm on a SR kick. <3 <3 <3

I'm freaked out about prom. Somehow I got dragged into decorating for it. Crazy, since I have no sense of line or symmetry. I can't even spell "symmetry". Grr.
Hey, this thing has a spell check. Hell yes.
I regress. So anyway, I have to find a date. And a floor show partner.
I'm thinking Nick for floor show and Chase for actual prom; the only problems are that I'd feel bad for ditching Nick and I'm scared Chase would say no...and even if he didn't, I'd be spending the whole night watching him flirt with other girls, then end up fucked in his car. Grr. Or he'd pass out. Either [slow down, this night's a perfect shade of...] way, I'm sure I'd end up feeling fat and cheap.
Speaking of fat, [boxing the stars] I finally got off my ass and ran! Woo!
And Jack's Mannequin.
My tonsils are swollen up huge. I made mom feel 'em. I want them out so I have an excuse not to eat-lol.
Fuuuck, i have to take the ACT tomorrow.
I'm gonna get at least a 28.
I hope.
I know.
I hope.
I don't know!!!!
[I swear to god that this mix could sink the sun]