Right now, I'm just kinda cruisin'.

Why was that so awkward? So weird?
Why couldn't I think of anything to say?

I wonder if they can tell.
Just by listening to one side of the conversation.
One out of six know.

I don't know what's gonna happen.
And I don't know if I care.
I'm holding my breathe.

I don't know anymore.

[15:52] hello michaelho: Her "friend" is a hoe
[15:52] yo tofu ball: i thought it was just "ho" and that "hoe" is like... a garden hoe?
[15:52] hello michaelho: Haha idk hoe sounds cooler tho
[15:52] yo tofu ball: ...
[15:52] yo tofu ball: it sounds the same
[15:52] hello michaelho: Looks*
[15:53] yo tofu ball: oh
[15:53] yo tofu ball: haha
[15:53] yo tofu ball: okay

Mamma Mia... I'm being drowned in broadway songs.
I'm excited for the Choir Show.

I'm gonna watch Hana Yori Dango now.

Okay. I'll check tumblr then.

"What? Did I sweep you off your feet?
Did it hurt?
I caught you right?"

That's what Michael said after reading Drea's blog. Haah.

I've been going all over the place this weekend.
Cerritos, Los Angeles, San Diego, Anaheim.

I won five out of seven games of Super Smash Bro. Brawl using Kirby.
WHAT NOW?! Idk. Michael told me that was pretty good.
So I guess that's pretty good.

Let's go to school tomorrow. No.
School on Tuesday.
Yipee. Not really. I don't want to do any work. Poop.
I feel like I'm gonna have nothing to do after school anymore.
I'll go back to my boring life of YouTube videos and refreshing my Myspace homepage.
So, forgive me if my future entries are complete crap and not interesting at all.

The burn on my hand looks like a teardrop.
Or make-up that I was testing on my hand and forgot to wash off.
I bet the people I met today thought it was a birthmark.
I hope that burger was reeeaaally good, BFxINFINITY=UNDEFINED.

"I think whoever looks at my phone thinks I call you Jillybean."