Life is hard.
I am in school. Tethered. \
cucharita is writing her German coursework on her arm.
_vertigo is no longer
_vertigo, as she has been hacked. I hate being hacked more than anything, though since I moved journals, I haven't been. Anyway, she needs a topic for her English talk and is annoying the world with it. Right now, she is telling us the life story of Frances Farmer. I think, if slowed down, she might reach the three minute mark. Hopefully. Why am I even writing about this?
Having written all of that, am bored now. Apparently, "essen" is the German for eat.
I have to go to French next. Much yayness. Seeing as the three of us are comparing our radically different friends list. And we are discussing things.
Fuck. Don't wanna write anymore. Have the beginning bit of Punk Rock Princess stuck in my head.
Why are my entries from school always crap? Although, one good thing... LJ is no longer blocked from here.
I am in school. Tethered. \
Having written all of that, am bored now. Apparently, "essen" is the German for eat.
I have to go to French next. Much yayness. Seeing as the three of us are comparing our radically different friends list. And we are discussing things.
Fuck. Don't wanna write anymore. Have the beginning bit of Punk Rock Princess stuck in my head.
Why are my entries from school always crap? Although, one good thing... LJ is no longer blocked from here.