sometimes, you just gotta be unhealthy.
you know you're a diaryland fanatic when you start composing your entry during the experience you want to write about.
back to black. i mean, i am anything but blonde, ya know? like, omg, morgan as a blonde? what was i, like, thinking? hehe!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111
that's enough sarcasm for one day. i have got to get a new cd player. borrowing suzzi's every 10 minutes is badness.
so, i attract the young'ens. at work yesterday, some guy asked this girl about me. unfortunately, i have no clue who he is. he said to her, "hey, where'd morgan go? she just disappeared." and she said that i got off early and why? and he said, "no reason." insert round of girls going, "ooooOOOOooooo" here. oh fuck me, i just remembered who nick is. nevermind, he's very much not interested in me. but then there's this other kid: greg, i think. he is 16. why must i only attract minors? first derek, now this. he drives a motorbike. he's really sweet, but really 16.
oh, to be in high school again.
i have to clean as my roommate's astronomy book has apparently spurted legs and wandered into the abyss of my half of the room. there are layers of clothes: dirty, worn once, clean. yum!
daydreamed all through soc about drew. why does past morgan suck so much?