How Can We Fight When I'm Too Busy Loving You?

GOT ME PIPES!*increasingly heavy scottish accent* GAWT ME FEKKIN' PIPES! OI LAHDDIES, GOT ME BLOODY FEKKIN' PIPES! HAGGUS!









Song: She's a Lady...Forever The Sickest Kids









Tomorrow is dress down day and my shirt isn't here. This makes me sad. But we did only order it like, yesterday or the day before. But I am still bummed. Now I don't know what to wear. But I am excited because my friend Brad :::: is going to wear skinnies! Yay! He used to be scene before he came to SMA. Military school kind of does that to you. You lose your style indentity among peers. But whatever, YAY FOR BRAD IN SKINNIES!



Everybody on facebook has been doing those stupid tagged pictures. I tried to do one, but it didn't really work that great so I decided to make my own. I'm going to start it now, but I really want Rose and paraMORE to become active members of facebook. I want to put them in it. :( *pout pout pout*

It's about seven o'clock. We're having pork chops for dinner. MY BLOODY FEKKIN' FAVORITE.

So I WAS reading a book, but the thing is, Addington took it. (friend in bagpipes, sets trends, cool guy). And the other thing is I have no BLOODY FEKKIN' clue why I'm mentioning that. Oh well.

Rose never comments my blogs anymore. :( I did miss her very much when she went on that darned hiatus from the blog world, but she's back now. Or so I BLOODY FEKKIN' thought! Oh nevermind she just commented my last post. That was a BLOODY FEKKIN' fail on my part. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Can you please tell me how I like screamo and Britney Spears' "Circus" simultaneously? Cos I definitely do not know how that can be BLOODY FEKKIN' possible.

Is it just me or do I get more and more boring every post? Let's spice this up a little...hmm...oh! I got it!

You and me both, little sauce packet. You and me both.