UBER GAY,

so, i thought my 29th-maddness trouble would be coming from that dramarama thing on tuesday.

APPARENTLY NOT.

so, today, i was just about to fall asleep in the car, and then my mom's like

DID YOU TURN IN YOUR ND APPLICATION?!?!

and i was like OH WOAH YOU WOKE ME UP. so then she gave me a lecture on

"blah blah, if you don't care about this, why don't you just go to a public school and not go to that st. francis interview? what if you don't get into pres? i hope you don't so you can just go to a public school. if you don't get into pres, you're going to (insert public school name here). yeah, let's just watch you get rejected. i hope you like going to (insert public school name here)."

yeah, i'm not so hopeful about getting into pres anymore. i have no notion of going there either.. and most of my other friends are gpoing to public school.

so...fuck whatever happens, huh.

and i don't know if i'm even going to pres... idk if i'm even gonna get accepted.

but now i know this:

THE 29THS ALWAYS SUCK FOR ME.

that's ian's number too! how ironic! :)

oh, and that was the day GENDER BENDER was born. how disgusting. :(