i sneeze loudly.

I need to make mix CDs for like five million people. Thankfully they all appreciate the same type of music, or I'd shoot myself. Or something.

I feel like this is my diary, and I spend days thinking of what to write, but if I actually post something, it means something's been bugging me and I needed to vent. Because of course I don't vent to people. I don't trust them enough. Which makes no sense cause then I vent on teh intarwebs, where any untrustworthy fellow can read this.

Shut up, rational Tessa.

There's a box of crayons on my desk, and I feel like coloring. Although I should probably buy supplies for my spanish project/test out the recipe/practice "Kid" by The Pretenders for band practice/do homework (although that's in 19 minutes, cause I made a schedule:D).