i'm making a CD. i'm trying really hard not to fill it with love songs.

i was never a shoehead, but damn talk about a shoegasm

i want to invest in some pretty sneakers. no Vans this time. maybe Nikes or Keds like this one up top - $30 and eco-friendly with organic cotton! definite WANT. if only i had a credit card.

zzz..

i've been tired for the past two days. i just want to crash when i get home but there's always homework. i don't sleep at outrageous hours, i think it's just a mental thing.

summer sounds better and better each day.

today was friends day in badminton. i really wanted to show off my skills but i had an off day so it went booboo. it's coo though. another day, i'll show you suckahs who's boss.

things my conscience is telling me to do right now:

• study for next friday's 2 chapter quiz
  
• do my essay that's due monday
• start my outline that's due monday
• read a book, any book
• color my french poster that's due friday
  

of course, i'm probably not gonna do any of this tonight. maybe color my french poster. just cause i think it'd be funzies.

i thought i improved in badminton.

but i'm about the same. makes me sad. i know winning isn't everything, but goshdarnit - I NEED TO WIN! because winning feels oh-so-gooood =]

and i get hella pissed when i lose. get to know my poker-face suckahs

is this what prank calls have come to?

it's 11:30-something at night. i'm knocked out i suddenly my phone vibrates: "RESTRICTED CALLER"
here's how the conversation goes:
me: hullo?
caller: *whispers* i'm going to kill you.
me: okay.
caller: alright.
i hang up.

i really thought this was a dream - it wasn't.

the next day, it's 5:16 in the evening and i get another "RESTRICTED CALLER" call
me: hello?
caller: *whispers* can i kill you?
me: what?
caller: can i kill you?
me: when you whisper i can't understand you SO YOU FAIL!
i hang up.

oh yes, i'm on to you. i know who you are.

oblivious people, surprising numbers, and cheaters

i don't understand why people talk about people less than a few feet away from them. it's like they don't think we can hear you, when in fact - we can.

today we had to take height/weight in PE for the 2nd time this year. i hella expected to gain weight cause i've not been watching what i eat AT ALL. turns out i lost weight. wtf? i lost like 8 to 9 pounds since the beginning of the year. ayeee! wassup! all that badminton conditioning.

AND i grew 0 inches! still solid at 5'2"

what's up with all the cheaters? and i don't mean cheating on tests, i mean cheating on your significant other. if you're gonna cheat, why don't you just break up? save the other person some pain.