Srsly.
O____O

Also, I am SO bored. It is causing me to... uh. Not work. :3

I wish we had iMacs so I could play with Photobooth~
And take pictures of the people in my class. :D

I hardly know anyone though. Rofl.
I WOULD STILL TAKE STUPID PICTURES WITH THEM. But we don't have iMacs. -___-

I should get Steve jobs to provide us with iMacs. How? I don't know, but I do know that his iPhone has an obliterate application. It's pretty freaking sweet. We made a comic about it last year. :D

I miss Cypress. Well, the people.
And the waiver days. Darn Western for not having waiver days for no reason. :[


/shortassentry

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ALSO,

I talked to (insert his name here) for the entire duration of lunch. It was... awkward, but the talk I wanted to have with him was of an awkward nature. I just wish we all went to the same school. It would be so much easier to deal with, seriously.
Anyway, he would hardly look at me. I really wish I could help him. I wish I could make all the pain go away. Okay, now I sound like a Linkin Park song, for fuck's sake. I just want to make everything better. I even told him I liked him. I TOLD HIM I LIKED HIM, that's how much I want to help. And as I've learned in life (since I seem to be the only person who learns from all the crap that happens around here), you just have to try, dude. Fucking try. Things aren't magically going to be better if you just continue living in your vortex of dark, unspeakable pain. S-R-S-L-Y. I want help and all, but am I the only one being realistic here? I HAVE A FUCKING BLOG. JESUS. I write about my life on the internet. And I'm the most normal one?
All I am is a side character. I've been a side character all my life. Talking to him was like the most "dramatic" thing I've done since...5th grade. Not even. Not even. Yeah, I'm so writing a book about this shit. I'll be rich. I already have a title, and a dedicatory and an outline in my head.
He says he misses how things are at the beginning. People don't change, you just get to know them better. Either you deal with it or you get them out of your life. My friends can be assholes, alright? And I would still rip your face off if you messed with them. All people are internally fucked up. It's just a part of life.