Wheat Thins (again) and cheddar cheese and awkward British accents that don’t make any sense whatsoever. Don’t make me eat it, don’t make me…I just brushed my teeth.

I also feel like you should see this…

I found poems from my high school ex. On MySpace. That’s…sickening.

Mark’s Facebook got hacked into. Wow, we are just a social networking hub right now, aren’t we, dolls?

Two funny things:

1. It’s weird when you smoke with the same few people over and over, and you all start to create memories that can only be remembered high. But then once you remember it while you’re high, you will not remember it again until the next time you are high. They said I don’t make sense but I think it’s a perfect theory!
2. When I was asking everyone if they were going to come inside, and then Mr Carbz asked, “Where?” and I said, “The park” just randomly to be sarcastic. And then he got really confused and said, “Oh probably not…” and I was like, no we’re not actually going anywhere. And he was SO BEWILDERED!!

The rats are fighting. Mark’s feet don’t touch the ground. My MacBook is death.

Please stop fighting, rats. Just stay on your own sides already. Stop being fuckin’ bitches and just share the Goddamn cage. The fight isn’t over.This is terrifying. How would you like to be a rat and be scared about who was going to get picked out of the cage. My compuer will only charge to 90%. Pooper.

The hours are going by slowly. Is it fast or slow? Amelia. Why are you freaking out about the couch cut.

Amelia wants a different name. But she doesn’t know what. So too bad.

Mark is singing something. “Stacey’s Mom” maybe? Nope, just kidding. “Thank You” by that one artist everyone seems to like for some reason.

Anyways, enough talking. Or writing. Typing. Stupid computer.

G’nYTe. MySpiZz ZtyLE.