i think my brother has killed every song on that damn game. from panic at the disco to nirvana to lit to motherfucking paramore.

i can only raise the volume on my headphones so high. i'm sorry hun, you're in the middle of puberty. you cannot sing.

on another note... i'm not quite sure why i'm typing this. boredom? i feel like taking out my old ddr dance pad and playing a few rounds...

hm. everything's peaceful... for now. i can never get too comfortable without one of my family members freaking the fuck out. hopefully the next spazz's topic won't be me. i mean, seriously. i've already been (in their point of view) a sex addict, a porn addict, a victum of child molestation, a whore, a lesbian, a druggie, a suicidal mess and an insane depressive hysterical hallucinator.

...yeah, they can't really bag me with anything else now. ...hmm... maybe selling drugs and murder, but, y'know. those are just things i totally do. all the time. totally.

i think all and all the only thing truem is i'm a nervous wreck. oh pete, you clever lephercaun rape-er, you.

anyways, getting off wangst-tastic topics...

oh. i'm done with finals. finally! thank god. i think i bombed my tech final, though. shit. /:

also- i have tomorrow off from school! *rubs in people's faces* *victory dance*

another thing... unfortunately, my laptop at my dad's has a virus. while i try to fix it, my scanner won't work, so don't expect any work from me for a while other than written things. /:

this has gone on too long. seeya guys later.



oh mr.benzedrine! wait for me!