A bug attacked me today. It was swaying back and forth, and I was all "I think it's trying to scare me." I was right. It then jumped straight at my face.
Oh, and I have bangs now. Don't know why that's important, but it is.

Um, I'm done all my school related things except for the art interview. Which I'm sure will go over like a ton of bricks, because me and that teacher get along so well.
But now that I'm going to be in the clear of homework and whatnot, I have to start exercising, and worse yet start to think about getting my G1. I probably should have done it two years ago, but ah well. Exercising is going to be laaaaame. And I'm going to have to actually get up at a reasonable time during the day too, what madness is this? Oh but the things girls [I] will do in the name of a smaller waist.


Also, the mood won't change, which pisses me off. But I can't express that anger because I can't change it. Wow. Epic Fail.