Fishsticks.

Tomorrow is Winter Formal. I'll post pictures I'm sure, but I'm not even in the mood to go in the first place.
It is too late, though. I already bought new shoes.
*sigh*
Big crappish horridible thing with The S Word, or He Who Shall Not Be Named, or S...a...n. Not fun, very depressing, and of course I've had to explain the whole thing over and over to all of my friends who wanted to know what the hell happened. Starting with...
Bree Gabby Audrey Jacob Aaron Matt Jocelyn Heather and the chick I sit next to in World History who's name I cannot remember. It was awful, so I mostly just said I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
In case you are wondering what happened with The S Name...
I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
IT happened on Thursday, and a day later I am still mildly depressed.
I'm becoming cynical in my old age. Soon no one will like me anymore.
Sometimes it's like the only reason anyone likes me is because they DON'T. They like the cutesie bubbly Drama Queen Stephanie who is happy all the time and cracks adorable jokes and laughs when you tease her.
Jordan teased me today and I snapped his head off. I'm just not. In. Le mood.
I'm three wrist slits away from being Emo, I sweartoGod.
The only really nice friends I have are guys, anyways. I told Aaron all about it and he bought me chocolate and said all the right sympathetic type things. I told Matt and he said not to worry about what S was thinking because guys don't think. Also that I was too young to worry about this stuff, because he is a senior and likes to be all parent-ish. Whatever.
I like seniors.
S was a senior...
Okay. Leaving now.
THANK YOU FOR NOT READING OR COMMENTING THIS.
IT MEANS A LOT.
(I told you I was getting cynical.)