Oh that's just wonderful!

I work hard all year on flute to move on to the next level after having been declined 6th grade band and when schedule conflicts and I can't move to concert and settle for intermediate, something ELSE clashes with it. >.< *GLARE*' And to top it off, the one clashing with it is French TWO. Because apparently Pre. calc clashes with French THREE. *GLARE*' I mean seriously, give me a freaking break already.

AND I STILL DON'T HAVE SPAN!!!!!

(Yes, this whole thing's just a bloody rant.) 

What was I going to say again?

I forgot. ... It was important. Oh.

I finally got that OMG-I'M-BORED-WHERE-THE-HECK-IS-THE-START-OF-SCHOOL feeling. I don't know what took me so long.

And again I say

Rio. Is. AMAZING.

(I posted this on fb like 20 seconds ago)

-.-

I feel sorta idk. Not really tired, more unmotivated. You feel idk? Wth. What?

Oh. Um. Yeah. Uh, I was thinking about something, and yeah. Uh. Omg, this isn't coming out right. Or at all. Uh. Yeah. My blog. It's the events of my life. I guess. ... Yeah. But it's not like, really, how I would react. I mean, sure, I guess it is. But you wouldn't know it. So I don't think it should really be 'my' blog. It's like, someone elses, someone who is living parallel to me but who doesn't ... you know what, forget it.

This is no longer my blog, but ... Well, she doesn't have a name. Name her for me. *yawn*' It's now her blog. Her reactions.

This is sorta just another excuse saying "Don't judge me from this blog." And that load. And *yawn*' yeah. There was something else. Oh yeah. Well, nvm. Good Afternoon, Europe. Good night Asia, and GOOD MORNING AMERICA. Sort of.