paperback writer
senioritis hurts. right here. ::indicates::

this is what i had written on me palm all day...

note to self:
TAKE ME
OUT BACK AND
SHOOT
ME

am going to fail euro.
and calc.
and spanish.
and everything else ever.

am never going to get into college... going to have to run off and join the circus. become a carnival barker. make my first million in wooden nickels.

on a better note, the classes am doing all right in are english and theatre... the chosen career paths...
of course, most great writers failed english.

oh god. am going to fail at failing.

will now take this opportune moment to repeat what has become my mantra as of late...

WE NEED TO GRADUATE NOW WHILE WE'RE ALL STILL ELLIGIBLE!!!

~~~~~

am probably just mad because northern improv show was cancelled at last possible second EVER.

biznatches.
whatever. i don't even care.

i hate politics.

~~~~~

random fun thing:

gave my right shoelace to the maggie's dotbook foundation... so i walked around like egor... except egor hisses when i'm him.

hw time.


The current mood of bratnatch at www.imood.com
FIN. 7:42 p.m., Wednesday, Sept. 24, 2003

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