im still waiting for my little rachel.
oh gahd, im tired! but i just remembered that fucking ap stats shit i need to do. maybe, instead of telling the kids around me (all two of them) that i hate life in study skills, maybe i should, i dont knwo, actaully do work.
jpft;lekastjpfttt! im pulling your legs guys, come on. would i ever do my work? ever? hell no.
and thats why im gonna get to go to highschool for another year!
in other news, i have discovered that my art/paint abilities have gone down hill. do i blame myself? no, no i dont. i blame the alcohol, drugs, cash money hoz, this apple core thats been in this giant glass jar for two days perched next to me...(i was going to preserve it like a brain, right? but then i realized that i didnt have any preservatives! silly me!) skiba. but most of all, i blame rachel. rachel rachel rachel, lets see how many more fucking times i can fuckign say her goddman name. rachel.
i have brought you pictures for your amusment.
pfuckins: rahcel, never send me anything from the streets ever again. please.