Procrastinating. Woo.

So it's 10:30, and I should be doing my math homework right now, but I decided to procrastinate and write a shittyass blog instead.

Um. Let's see.
Shit to write about.

My 14th birthday is tomorrow, that's pretty cool. I'm a little scared to see what my friends did to my locker. I already got my presents from the family. My mom bought me House of Leaves, Mom/Dad gave me a card with $40 inside, Will gave me a noise card that made awkward kissy noises with $30 inside, and then Dad took me to Half-Price Books and let me choose 2 books to buy there. Good day, except I was forced to go to church. There was cake there, so it was less bad than usual.
Also, Big Stephen told me that Mini Stephen is gonna give me a hug tomorrow. I like Mini Stephen. He's my favorite midget. Even more than Jamie. AND JAMIE IS BRITISH.

This picture is currently the picture I have in my Social Studies binder. The only reason I'm telling you this is because every single day I have Social Studies, Eliza says "WOW. Davey has a really nice face." And then we discuss his face until class starts.

I decided what color I'm painting my room. It's a pretty dark purple. I'm fucking excited to start painting. I've had the same boring white walls my ENTIRE life. And that crayola banner that goes across the top. That was fine when I was 2. But I'm not 2. I turn 14 in a couple of hours. It's not okay anymore.

Pandora is one of the greatest websites ever. My Cobra Starship station plays some of the greatest music.

OH WOAH. JUST REMEMBERED. New Muse CD tomorrow. On my birthday. Fuuuuckyes! I can't wait.

There was a video here but it got removed.
Stupid copyright claim.

I had 2 soccer games yesterday. We won the first one 5-2, and lost the second 3-4. I had never been so exhausted in my life. :P

I'm so sexy with the bottom of a laptop mapped out on my thighs.
-Libby

Shit. I ran out of stuff to write about.
Now I have to do my math homework. I guess I'll just cheat and use a calculator. Don't tell Mr. Kramer.

PS- It turns out Shorty isn't dead. That's good. She can't show up at my/Libby's high school graduation if she's dead. :P