Teenage hopes are alive at your door

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I'm definitely not excited

SCHOOL IS A MONTH AWAY.

oh my WHATTHEFREAKINGHELLSUMMERISGONNABEOVERANDI'MNOTDOINGANYTHING god.

I'm kinda panicking =)) KIND OF.

I'm listening to The Academy Is...'s Slow Down. I love that song.

I'm posting really short posts =)) So at least I can post something. Recently, there's nothing to talk about.

Oh and, the PS2 and I had a reunion yesterday =)) Played for 7 hours. HAHA.

I WONT EVER TELL YOU WHAT I PLAYED. I WAS BORED, K? =))

You kiss me like an overdramatic actor who's starving for work,
with one last shot to make it happen.
You've won the role, you've played your part, you've been cordially invited.
But I'm not impressed, and I'm definitely not excited.

tell me thatyou love me more.