Mood: Irritated
Watching: I really have no idea
Listening to: I'm Done
That's right, I'm mad. I don't trust Keith anymore! I don't trust that guy! All of my other friends that are guys have no problem coming up and talking to me, but only in yearbook or somewhere where his friends aren't, we can talk. Forget it! He can talk to me anytime, but he chooses not to! I'm sick and tired of him saying he's my friend when he isn't acting like one. I'm done! I'm done listening to the lies he spats out! I can't trust him anymore! I used to be able to trust him, but it's ran out. I'm done!
Ooh yeah
Mmmmmmyeah
You and me
We had a pretty good thing
We were making plans
We were planning our dreams
Then you had to go and let her in
Boy you ought know that’s where the trouble began
She don’t love you, she’s just pulling your chain
Don’t you know you’re like her puppet on a string
Now she walking around talk of the town
She just can’t shut up
Oh she’s out there and she’s having her fun
Spending her time wasting mine proving that she has you
Well the truth is she don’t have to
She can have you
I’M DONE
She’s the kind of girl that’s
Good for nothing
Leaves a path of destruction everywhere that she goes
What you see in her well I’ll never know
She’s the kind of trash you find beside of the road
She don’t love you, she’s just messing with your mind
And you? right back to her
Every time
Now she walking around talk of the town
She just can’t shut up
Oh she’s out there and she’s having her fun
Spending her time wasting mine proving that she has you
Well the truth is she don’t have to
She can have you
I’M DONE
Oooh you had to scratch that itch
You deserve what you get
Yeah, you and that
Walking around talk of the town
She just can’t shut up
Oh she’s out there and she’s having her fun
Spending her time wasting mine
Proving that she has you
Well the truth is she don’t have to
She can have you
I’M DONE
The truth is she don’t have to
She can have you
I’M DONE
The truth is she don’t have to
She can have you
I’M DONE
Yeah, I'm done!
Algebra: Boring as usual. Teacher allows us to do whatever once we are done, so I'm almost done with that thank you piccy for SL, HM, and IC
History: We had a test. I'm positive I did pretty well, but anything could happen.
Language/English: Vocab, we had vocab, nothing else interesting here...
Gym: Our team kicked butt, even though I sucked. In fact, our whole team sucked, but we were fast at running, so that's why we won.
Lunch: Odd... Tobi came to the lunch table to talk to me since Joce wasn't here (yeah, thanks for making me second choice). I also saw my cousin, but I don't think he remembers me so I didn't talk to him.
Digital Tools: The weirdest class. We had to work with these microphones trying to talk the national anthem for it to go on the computer. I did fine, but the guy next to me, his computer was having a conversation with him. He was just talking out the national anthem and it was typing down stuff like "Moral crap" and "Nudity in art paintings". He wasn't even saying that, I sat next to him and he didn't even say that. The computer was doing that on it's own.
Band: Nothing really out of the ordinary, but I found out Avcery found out about Death Note. Once He saw the 13th manga profiles in my hand. Then me and Tobi started talking about the movie that was coming out. He said "And where have I been?". Both me and Tobi like L. I told her that L dies in the middle and she wasn't happy. I told her it sucked and I really was upset, but in the end, Light died.
Biology: Labs, a whole lot of labs. Boring though...
After School-
Yearbook: Keith's mom was talking to me and three seventh graders on ideas on when the meetings were and what time (we've agreed on Thursdays until 4). And, it was really a nuthouse in there. We had to shut the door because we thought we heard some of the teachers in the hallway talking about us. Keith's mom said we should shut the door before they come in there to document us. After we finished braistroming, the other two left for tennis practice (where Keith and his lil bro Charles were). And we cleaned out her storage room. The seventh grader was throwing out almost everything.
