Day 12: Bullet Your Whole Day
•Ignore alarm
•Get up
•Spend an hour finding an outfit
•Do makeup and other hygenic things
•Run to catch bus
•Listen to iPod, singing Eminem/ Taylor Swift/ The Script lyrics to self
•Arrive at school, wander with Leya
•Classes
•Study hall with Jon and Spads
•Gibby and Ferraro
•Luch/ Coach Mike
•Classes
•Studyhall with mah brooos
•Middle school bus
•Home, sleep
•Food
•HW
•Shower
•Sleep
Now, my new description on Tumblr, which I based off of the lovely Ms. Camille. Here's her link: http://c-of-enchantment.tumblr.com/
I like writing, the bay, cameos, makeup, mermaids, dresses, waist-holding, lilacs, black and white cookies, psychology, sparkles, cellos, empire waists, fairytales, hunter green, art, Lord and Taylor, Keds, theology, unicorns, dreaming, interior design, music, and the word clandestine.
And, yes, I'm always this wordy(:
Now, for the last, a little bot of dreaming<3
The thing about you is… You’re the only person I could imagine twisting my neck to see leave class, or skip 5th period to see in the commons. The only person that always looks gorgeous, even when everyone else looks like colorless saps in this relaist world. You don’t know me, I mean, you know my brother; our brothers are pretty close. Is it creepy that seeing you gives my tummy butterflies? I feel like I’m living in a Taylor Swift song. I feel so INVISBLE. If someone that could help knew, and not someone I know would screw with me, I’d beg and cry on my knees for nothing other than to meet you. Because I hear you’re really nice. Most good wrestlers are.
There, I have compensated for missing two days.
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