oh no, the real spring cleaning

I spent the majority of today cleaning my room (and hanging with Esther and dancing to "Forever" by Chris Brown and eating star-spangled cookies and playing with Mardy) and now I'm pooped. So far, I've only put away my clean laundry and reorganized my bookshelf by author's last name.

There is crap all over my floor, and one of my trophies broke when I was trying to put a picture on top of my bookshelf. I fell over, grabbed the dresser for support, and the trophy fell down. The tennis lady has no arm or tennis racket now. How depressing.

Oh, and as of tomorrow, it will have been six weeks since I have talked to Sam. Uh, just saying. Cause, you know, none of you care or anything.

Oh, and while I was cleaning my room, I tripped on my fan (the air kinda, not person kind) and smacked my head against the corner of my nightstand. Now I have a bruise on my face. Greatttttt.

Three day weekend! I did nothing but play Rock Band 2, go on Polyvore/GCY, hang at Nicole's house (pool party + me being sick = no fun. jacuzzi + shorts + dinner + cracking jokes with everyone = win), hang out with Esther, forget to do homework, and clean.

SO BLEEPIN BORING. I want my Six Flags ):

There's only 13 days left of school. Four days this week. Last full week next week. Last week the week after. I'm so excited :D

I'm taking drivers ed this summer! I think. Well, I will, but my mom needs to sign me up, lol (and I need to read the manual, ugh).

Listen to the song "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles. It's so beautiful. I love it. I want to learn to play it on piano/sing it. In front of people. ZOMG I KNOW. I'm growing older more mature more confident more stupid, wtf?

Well, as Zach (DITCHING OUR ENGLISH CLASS FOR INDEPENDENT STUDY IS NOT COOL) and I always say, immaturity ftw!