B2S

B2S-- okay, now you think I'm going crazy. lol. I'm not, don't worry. It stands for Back 2 School. =P see how clever I am? lmao.


Okay, anyway. Back on subject. Yup, it's that time again. Going to buy all those crappy school supplies you'd rather not touch, but your teachers say it's cruical that you have them. whatever. And who doesn't love being dragged to the mall by your Nana because she says you have to look "nice" because you go to the same school she and your Papa and a whole strew of your cousins and aunts and uncles went to. You gotta "represent the family." ick. atleast she's starting to let me where plack and skulls and coffins with out choking on her dinner. lol. and I'm taking my aunt and mom with me. They like my fashion sense. On me anyway. I hate trying on clothes though. It always messes up my hair royally. Like the static turns my hair into an afro i swear. And of course, next week I have to get my school pics taken. Yippee! Not. But atleast it means my mom has to stop complaining and actually get my hair dyed. I'm going pitch black with icy blue streaks. It's gonna look "Witchy." And of course, picture day means going to get my class schedule, and my crummy text books. And also, unfortunatley, brush elbows with the preps.

Now don't get me wrong, some preps are wonderful people. And I actually go to one of the most open minded, friendly schools on the planet. But me and some of the "popular" kids don't really see eye to eye. It's grudges being held from middle school. No, I'm not even kidding. I broke Mr. Popular's heart. And now he and his "posee" hate me. Go figure.

Any way, gotta go get some "shopping" done. If I survive, I'll write more in a day or so.