Being Ignored Really Sucks

I really hate that in between time where you might be breaking up... And you might not. And, you're trying to talk to the person but, they won't say anything back. And you're sitting there going, oh oh oh oh oh... And they still aren't saying anything. Eben after you say hello? a million times still nothing. And your heart's pounding and you just don't know anymore. 

So Far, No one's here yet.....

Time to get serious. . . Yes, I did just say that. Uhm, I don't remember how to be serious. NOT JOKING. I honestly don't remember how to be serious. Unless, I'm about to have a seizure(did I ever mention I have epilepsy?) or about to do something illegal, I don't think I'm ever serious. OMG UNICORN!!!!!!! THERE'S UNICORN IN MY LIVING ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! NO! DON'T EAT MY NARWHAL!!!!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.... I'M BEING MAULED AHHH AHHH!!! did i fool you? hahahaha no, I'm not on acid. Sorry people. Hahahaha. I don't do drugs. Sadly. Again, I'm just shitting you. I TOLD you I can't be serious. The stupid unicorn killed my cat :,,,,,( No, it didn't. Okay, so my foot reaallly huuuurts. That's what I get for being me. And, being me includes, pissing people off, being silly, and my FOOT HAS PINS N NEEDLES!!!!

Almost Breaking My Foot

I ALMOST BROKE MY FOOT! While practicing jumpstyle! I sat down just long enough to tell Cracoon about it, then, I started again. Later, I slipped, and I was all: "OWWWW MY KNEES!" you see, I landed wrong, well, I tried to move before my left foot hit the ground properly. Oh, the joys of being fifteen! <3 We love you SpeedOfSounde!!!

Birthday Parties, Headaches, and THE STAND

There are several things wrong today. One: I have a massive headache. Two: The party in three hours and I'm in my pajamas. Three: The movie: The Stand by Stephen King gives me the creeps. And, my phone is being stupid and keeps turning off by itself. Four: There is going to be over thirty people at my house today. Most of them under twelve. Today, is looking to be a great day, that is, if Paige and I can hide out in my room. The Fith Thing Wrong: MY ROOM IS SPOTLESS. See, that NEVER EVER happens. It's spotless!!!! Normally there's clothes everywhere. And stuff everywhere. If I'm on the track to a clean room I might cry. Wish me luck!