School sort of stinks. Maybe it will get better when we're not reading Plato, done with MLA quizzes and into the Revolutionary War. I have doubts.
But drown thy sorrows in hot chocolate, music downloads and yogurt with granola, directionless youth.
And also try to banish unhappiness by admiring clothes from American Apparel.
It didn't work. Now I just feel sorry that I wear sweatshirts.
I need to be a bit more cheerful to you, blog. Not whine about boring things.