I look fucking GOOD today. UNF UNF.
New shoes ($80, my mom spoils me... I only asked for some $30 tennisshoes, for the record) Skinnies, Chains, Purple button-down, belt, & my hair looks great.
Today is a good day.
So I did the MC thing yesterday, and thank god I had time to revise the script my teacher wrote because christ, was it lame. I added a few situational jokes and in some cases just completely subtracted bits ("It takes a lot of teamwork and trust to work so hard in a band!") and apparently I killed it because people were laughing, at not at my expense for once! I got a lot of praise after the show, which made me happy. && We got my music teacher a boquet and everyone signed a card for her. 'twas nice.
On a related but seperate matter, I went to say hi to that same teacher today, and she was telling me how her friend had watched the show and said, "Who was that MC kid?" Anthony Carbone! "He was hilarious." c: "Got his own sense of style, too." B-) "How do you look him in the face with all that hair?" <______<
Been listening to a lot of Cake. You could say I'm on a Cake Kick.
So apparently this period's teacher is cracking down because everybody's really slow, and I'm like... 5 assignments behind so I can't slack.
Meanwhile I'm updating this.
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. Let that mother fucker burn.
2 1/2 hours of sleep last night, and I'm turning this whole running off fumes thing into an artform.
I'm about to turn 17... in 2 days!
Can't say I'm looking forward to it.
16, you can drive. 18, you're an adult who can't drink, but can totes die for his country, that's cool.
17? More than 16, not quite 18!
I'm going to be... barely jailbait. I don't want to turn barely legal, there's power in being jailbait.
THE POWER OF THE DARK ARTS.
If I could just get some sleep, this would be a really good time in my life.
Off of my meds, depression all sorts of invisible, older boyfriend with a car, I could stand to work out more, but I'm not "fat", mom says she's going to take me to go for my permit sometime, I'm dressing in the morning rather than throwing on whatever the fuck is clean, all my teachers exceptmaybethisone love me, I'm going out more often, and bam~ that translates into me having a life, right there. I haven't had a life since 9th grade, which was largely dominated by drugs and alcohol, so I think the clean version is a HUGE improvement.
I should REALLY be working on this "final assignment" the teacher issued for the semester... it's worth so much.
Samson is a ho.
I didn't eat breakfast this morning and now I'll just be hungry till 10:25. #FirstWorldProblems
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Zen HI ZEN!
I don't know what else to say, so I'll edit this if anything comes to me <3