We're On A Sinking Ship, But We're Escaping It

This is me, reporting from the room of doom- my bedroom. Currently it is about 15 degrees farenheit in this bitch and it is also headache central.

Luckily, I have just eaten a delicious Qdoba burrito and I am becoming a little more excited by the second for the Brand New show... occuring in four days.

I also have a headache that is making me believe my head really does have the potential to explode. It might actually be for the better however, because my brain has slowly been deteriorating due to mild substance abuse, excessive worrying, and general apathy. I peaked, mentally, in about the fifth grade. I need to apply to colleges. I'm worthless for not doing this. I have been getting my application for Pitt together since July. What that the FUCK is the hold up here. Oh yeah, thats right, I'm an idiot who can't get her shit together.

And apparently, I am a fucking stalker. I am not a stalker! I am the one that gets stalked! I freaked out, role reversal- sick puppy dog eyes following sports players around! Who am I anymore?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Dee Dee gave me an intense complex about my habits. I knew there was an issue... she just validated it and it was like, I don't know, being sent outside in the snow without a jacket on during 10th period.

Oh wait, that actually happened today.

Fuck my life. ONE BIG JOKE.

So, uh, on to the Lena Berry Report. This is a daily segment now.

Today in the world of Lena, she went crazy again in Mr. Clemmer's photograpy room. Like, she picked up an apple out of my lunch, held it for awhile, looked at it, and took a bite out of it. And then another. And another. Half an apple later, she offers it to me like, you want some of this? And no, I did not want some of that, thank you for eating my apple. Lena Berry is a girl of many men, she attracts them wherever she goes... and she wears tights that resemble a second skin. Next time she wears a skirt, please chastise her, tell her she looks like a slut, that denim is not buisness casual... just basically undermine her to the point where she is looking for the nearest pair of pants. Or take paparazzi photos of her in the parking lot.

After school today was good, Jenny came and got me and we picked up John Zarra III for a mall shopping extravaganza. I bought nothing but I did apply for employment at Delias. I am 75% sure I will be hired. We met up with Chris F. and it was nice. Jenny ate Oh! Oh! Burrito and made Lovesac the most tense store in the entire mall. We also looked at weiner soap at spencers and ate free pretzel samples at Le Gourmet Chef. Then we went to Borders and read High Times and Hairy Potter and the Cannabis Stone or whatever the fuck it was called in the Childrens Section.

Then I ate Qboda and my brain exploded.

End of story.

Oh... and I got the Say Anything CD... BEST 10 DOLLARS EVER SPENT AT TARGET. Well, maybe not, but it fucking rules.