Well, I've found inspiration. Or a path rather. Of what to write. I don't feel like writing what I feel but I'll write random stories, memories, useless rants, and whatever the fuck I feel like writing.
My school ^
Built by the finest hippies available.
Smoking pot while building a school ends up with a bunch of weird shaped buildings all ridiculously far apart.
Despite some of the bitchy teachers, I love it here. I have my friends, my family is no where to be seen, and life is good.
I got my braces off the other day. I now look like this:
Still scary, just less metal. =]
I don't know what else to write. I had a random story I was gonna write but I can't remember it.
So, for now I have sour patch kids and I'm happy.