I'm having a really crummy week. T-T Seriously. I loveslashhate the drastic changes in weather. AND I HATE GETTING PUSHED AND FALLING INTO A BIG PUDDLE.
My umbrella broke today whilst walking home. I didn't have a jacket, nor a bag to keep all my belongings dry. TToTT Fail = Me.
I've started re-writing my story that I started two years ago. I have to make major changes to it... because grammar = fail, progression of story = major fail, reptitive words = EPIC FAIL.
Woe is me. x]
My best friend - the first one that I made in high school that I didn't know already or meet at marching band camp - told me to die. No. commanded me.
Devin: Die! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE, BITCH. >[
Djayy: What did I do? ;~;
Devin: JUST FUCKING DIE, I HATE YOU.
What did I do?
A clue, I have not.
I think he was having a bad day, because I could tell by his face, sort of. He seemed really stressed the first time I saw him today, and I think I just caught him at a bad time. I THINK, and I hope to God that he was just having a bad day, and doesn't really mean it. I mean, I love Devin: I dunno what I would do without him harassing me and poking me in the sides and screaming in the hallways because of him poking me and making people think I'm a pyscho bitch...
Eh.
I'm hungry.
I'm going to get some ramen. ^o^b
