8 days of school

There was a freaky rainstorm earlier today. I heard that it was from hurricane Issac. Scary stuff. The weather was really humid too! Sucked balls.
We were supposed to be playing a game against Pasadena, but it was cancelled due to heavy rain. The rain just got harder and harder.. So Nana and I went to band practice. It's been such a long time since it rained in the SGV, so hearing thunder again scared the shit out of me. I'm not necessarily SCARED of thunder; I just dislike it with a passion.

Fuck everything.

Fuck school. Fuck apush. Fuck physics. Fuck chem. Fuck tennis. Fuck lan--. Fuck REGULAR lang. Fuck counselors. Fuck band. Fuck people. Fuck everyone. Fuck idiots. Fuck people that don't care. Fuck me. Fuck the world.

I love pudding.

The way that my mom makes it. Delicious <3

Tired.

Helping out with registration then moving over to band camp. Haha, I haven't done anything in so long; it's a bit relieving to have something to do.

My Bucket list

Be happy
Exploratorium
LACMA

Griffith Observatory
California Academy of Sciences

Straight As

Fireworks at Almansor Park on the fourth of July

Cut my hair short
Punch someone in the face

Get contacts

Bonfire at the beach

Casually wear a dress to school
Road trip
Finish personal statements

Make a birthday cake
Finish all my movies
Disneyland
Get a job
Fireworks at Disneyland on the fourth of July
Speedzone
Band tour

6 Feb 2015
NYC
Washington DC
Philly Tattoo Convention
Philadelphia Art Museum
Wicked
Phantom of the Opera
Summer Concert with Natalie
Above 3.15 GPA......

1/2/2016
NYC with Justin H.
Finish Secret Santa books
Start dating again. Maybe.

Maybe we should

break up already. You don't want to talk to me and I'm not going to wait for you forever. I'm constantly waiting. I'm so tired of waiting. If by the next time I see you and you haven't contacted me before that, I'm going to consider it done. We can just break up. Just like that. I have already told you that I hate waiting. Everyone has limits. Mine is just about to shatter.

I'm emotionally drained.

It's impossible to explain how profoundly tired I am.

I don't feel like myself anymore.

You're irresponsible and I hate you.