i'm actually at my friend's house. yes, i actually have friends.
can you believe it?
we're watching America's Next Top Model. she's talking about how she slapped Some Guy; that guy that i'm feeling a slight hatred towards. so i'm glad she slapped him, but i wish she'd shut up so i could watch mahh shooow. competition is heating up and all of these girls are bitches.
anyway, classes for high school are due tomorrow. i can NOT believe it! when i was in fifth grade, i was all: omfg im neeeva gonna get to eighth grade. i couldn't even think about hs. but now we're picking out classes and omfg its crazy!! plus eighth grade health is heating up, if ya know what i mean. it's not so much that i don't like the topics (say one, two, three, PENIS) it's the fact that i have all the retarded people in my class. aka this random 12 year old, i have no idea how the hell she freaking made it to eighth grade. she's soo freaking peverted and has the exact mind of an jock-y eighth grader, but the personality of a twelve year old. you know what i mean? yeah.
so i'm stressed, and im going to go to bed now.
good night. [x]
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age;; 99
loves;; white mocha cappuccinos, reading, rainy days
hates;; everything that isn't awesome.
about moi;; i'm a procrastinator. this will section will come sometime in the future.
But don't forget my name
It ain't secret anymore
okizai! my name is arianna, as you knoww, and i'm just your average 8th grader. (yes, i'm in 8th grade! le gasp!) except im slightly mentally
deranged. c;