Arg. One word to describe me right now. Arg. Arg, arg. I went over Evy's (my_name_is_evy) chillzone from Friday to Sasturday (right now, the day I am posting =P. Ha.) and we were talking to Michael at 11 pm at night on the phone, musicboy713, adn he admitted stuff he NEVER would of in school, but before that I took Evy's sharp scissors to my wrist and slit it, it HURTS LIKE HELL. It still does, and that happened yesterday. I hope my parents don't find out Dx. But, after me, evy, and mike and the 3-way company of CC was over I ate a soft pretzel, and I didn't tell Evy but here you go, I couldn't stand the pain from my wrist. Oh joy. It is throbbing from a small tiny cut...
Arg.
See, my args. But on a happier note (barely playing) me adn Evy went ofr a walk and spend $4.80 out of $5.00 on CANDY and GATORADE and OTHER STUFF. But yeah, I made her laugh and she spit it out all ove rherself...Then we did that at the same time after we left that park bench (wet with gatorade spit) and I acted all like a retard and said stuff like "It's that time of year again...time to..." well I won't go any father. My friends hear me say it all the time. xD Ha. ARG. It still hurts. Well, chow?

~That girl