so i have ccd in like ten minutes, which is basically sunday school on tuesday. for all of you people who are weeping right now about "not having a religion," trust me, you're not missing anything. i haven't learned anything in the eight years i've been in it except "god is good."
so anyway. life here is pretty... uh... boring. we voted for our eighth grade hall of fame thing. my friend tiff is gonna win most artistic, im not gonna win anything. and it's not that i have a problem with her winning it: i think it's great. its just that she's going to rub it in, like she always does. sigh.
i already know That Boy I Hate is going to win, like, everything. and its so retarded because whenever he gets praise his eyes get all big and doe-y and is voice gets all squeaky because he hasn't hit puberty yet, and he goes: OHHHWW. like a freaking... giant...whining.. blob of bulbousness/toddler. so that's going to be fun.
someone called me fat today, too. i took a corner of a pretzel and she goes: YO R U RLY SO FAT THAT U NEED TO EAT OTHER PPLZ FUUODS??!
and she had like 5 pretzels. so im like: YO ARE YOU REALLY SO FAT THAT YOU NEED ALL THAT FOOD???! i didnt actually say that. but i wish i had. ):
so, yea. thats basically what happened today. today sucked, too, because i had a bad hair day and the cheese on the pizza was krusty.
[x]
PS: the only good thing that happened today was that i got all A's on my report card.
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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;