Colden like the gold.

I am so tired of children.

My lady, and gent, you graduated at the same time I graduated. And yet, you see me, do the look/giggle/whisper maneuver...

I mean...come on. You immature little...well, can't say whore, you're not a looker. Bitch I suppose, seeing how you're one of those special girls who made my senior year memorable.

And Charleh, there's no need to piss me off. I hate you already, you're one of few to earn my hatred. Or near it. But now you've earned the title Charleh, a.k.a. an old online nemesis of mine. When you work with an enemy, work with them and not against them.

Needless to say I'm a little irked.

Oh yes, and I saw an epic mustache today. A combination silver mustache/oxygen thing that made me lol. Normally it'd make me feel a little bad, remembering my grandma and my mom on those...but this guy just...made it look like his mustache was connected to oxygen tanks. :)

I'm having trouble typing, which is definite manic. Mind's a bit disconnected. Sick-feeling constantly. Talkative. Giggly. Meh.

......awww. :( My Lugia candlewax broke...

Melted wax from two candles formed the most beautiful circle shaped like Lugia with its arms circling down, I hung it. But it's not there. I don't wanna check, but I know it's gotta be broken now.

I'm helping emancipate someone tonight it seems. Funny. She's racist. See how that works. (a.k.a. she's getting out of her house)

My mood keeps changing. And my mind flutters. I am...so sick of this. :/ I want Derek here....

But even when I meet him...2 days will never be enough...:/...

I hate fate.