We Look Like Bugs.

Hey. Don't get bored of me, kay?

Jennifer, please organize whatever it is you have in your head.
Random fact: When I was three, I called my forehead... my three-head.

I'm so tired. I don't like staying at school until like... 7pm...
Unless something interesting is happening.
Watching people sign on stage for four minutes at a time to various country songs isn't so fun.
To all you people who are using good songs... MOVE! Please! Don't just stand there.
Backstage feels so different without everyone else.
April and I are sad.
Anyways... ASL Talent Show tomorrow!
Yahoo...

I'm eating a fruit roll-up.
Haven't had one in a while.
Now I think I'm gonna get a slice of Italian cream cake.
Mmmm.

You're an 11.

So I was talking with my cousin about you last night.
I don't know how we got into this certain conversation,
but I realized there's nothing I don't like about you.

I keep staring at this.


The dance concert party/celebration/get-together/bananza is tomorrow.
I'm going to bake cookies.
Lmao. That made me think of Klaus.
"She makes the best... cookies."
And that made me think of the dance concert last semester.

I need to be at school again soon.
Ehgahd. April... we're going to fail.

Nevermind... I keep staring at this now.

I'm still waiting for someone to learn this dance. Haha.