The past is only the future with the lights on

Can anyone explain to me why my face has been so itchy lately?
I don't know whether I should be concerned or pissed. The latter has been the current emotion.

I cannot take a decent picture of myself to save my life. I have to keep using the most ridiculous pictures as icons and defaults on Myspace. OH LIFE IS JUST SO DIFFICULT.

I need to shave my legs SO BADLY. It's way past the point of stubble and has reached jungle status where I am praying that no one can see the hair as the sun hits my legs, forcing my pale skin to glow (I also should probably not be wearing dresses at this point).

Tonight is Mark's going away to college surprise party (so hopefully he doesn't randomly find this blog before 7 PM tonight).

I had no idea that it was 4:39 AM. This is so depressing. My sister and I depended on Youtube to entertain us tonight and now it's this late (early) and I am ONCE AGAIN online.

And you know, tomorrow is BREATHE CAROLINA and THE SECRET HANDSHAKE!

Blah blah blah (enter boy gossip here) blah blah blah.


Currently Listening to: +44 (my Itunes is on SHUFFLEEE)