Today I decided that I believe that every day has its own separate 'rock bottom.' I have to say that judging by the fact that I'm sitting here in my Snuggie, writing in my blog, listening to Lily Allen's 'F**k You', and playing with a lighter I just found, I have officially hit today's rock bottom.
I guess I'll blame it on hormones. Yeah, there's a little more, such as my inferiority complex that won't go away, especially right now after having helped all my musically inclined friends prepare for their musical auditions. I decided not to audition. I KNOW it was the right choice, and I'm not regretting anything because they hate me anyway, but it hasn't stopped the annoying stinging feeling of not being good enough.
Whatever. No big deal. It's a hormonal thing I swear. How else can you explain the random urge to burst into tears for about 35 of the 43 minutes of Spanish class today? It's just one of those days where everything sucks mildly. And Judy Garland isn't really helping right now. It's just making me feel worse. Mehh.
I wish I could stop being such a whiny bitch right now because I'm really annoying myself. And I'm starving, but it's too close to voice for me to eat anything.
On the bright side, our third issue of "The Viking Views" came in today. Which means I got to smell them. I can't explain why I love the smell of them, but I do. I was half tempted to go talk to Mrs. O after school and ask her if I could smell them for a confidence boost, but then we left so I didn't do that. They just smell so good.
This blog post has no point. It's just me whining and I hate when people do nothing but bitch about their lives in their blogs. So I guess I'm done here.
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