Possibly the best thing I have ever said.

*Rewind to about 6 hours earlier.*

Me: How could you hate Swedish cabinetry? You hater.

Sophie: It smells odd!

Me: Really Soph? It smells odd? Do you know what it smells like? It smells as if you just can't appreciate Swedish cabinetry.

^ Yup. That right there. My sister, Sophie, hates Swedish cabinetry for reasons unknown. Either way, I'm pretty sure it's the best thing I've ever said.

If you're thinking anything along the lines of 'FAKE AND GAY'. Then you are right. I'm a dumby, so I'm going to take this victory, thank you.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!(Monty Python, bitch.)

I keep on thinking this guy I kind of like is going to ask me to Homecoming, cuz he sends signals, but apparently isn't going to. It kinda sucks, because I really wanted him to. But hell to the no am I asking him. I'm a chicken. XD

ANOTHER PIECE OF USELESS CRAP YOU MIGHT READ.

I. Hate. Health. Damn, it sucks. My teacher is sweat(you read that right, he's the definition of sweat), bald, obese, and F'in whispers while a very loud fan is on. Can't hear a word he says.

I'm going to flunk it~ D:

(That's right. I've just posted this pointless journal, and YOU read it!)