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Ya can't make me go! I have about 15 minutes until I have to go. I don't want to go. I want to chain myself to my futon and be done with it. You can't make me! Sigh. Yeah, I'm having second thoughts. Verging on fifth thoughts, right about now. I think I'm gonna get lost. I think I won't have any classes with anybody I know. I think I'll have last month's hair! Kidding about the last one. I know I have last month's hair. And I don't really give a crap. But that's not the point. The point is... I'm antsy. Antsy pantsy flantsy, whatever. Nervous. Butterflies in the stomach. Actually, my stomach feels kind of sick at the moment, but that could be because the entire family's been sick for the past week. Woopie. Okay.... I'm gonna go make sure I have what I might need... and then I'll be gone. Gone gone gone... it's a scary thought. Eeeeep. <-Ghost-> |
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