coffee?

I do not need coffee to get through the day. Really. I don't.

Why don't I have a ......not title thingy for this blog?

Currently listening to Alanis Morissette and waiting for Heather to magicly call, even though I know she's already in class. *pouts*

I shall go get coffee, now.

*Bek*

WHEEE! PRETTY!

Sleep! It is so very pretty and shiny and sparkly and so wanted right now it's not even funny. School today was...school. Many classes that were evil. But, but, but...I had caddy! I hid it in my purse and ate it all day. And I'm failing the math test. And...yeah!

In Phys-Ed all I did was bounce on the excercize ball and listen to the radio. Mrs. Lashta is awsome. And we watched a boring video in French. And...yeah. Chelzy was gonna come rescue me during French, but she didn't get the chance. *pouts*
Social was boring. It was so boring, in fact, that I don't remember anything about it. Litterally. that's pretty bad, eh?

Science was just marking worksheets, that I so didn't do...sometimes I really wonder how I get these marks. I think I have my own personal fairy that sneaks into the computers and makes my marks honours standard just before every report card. I am very greatful to this fairy, if she/he exists. hehe
I went out for lunch with my father, and Timmy's got my sandwitch order wrong, giving me chicken instead of tuna. ewww. And my father got me coke instaid of icedtea, so my stomach was upset all afternoon.
Math consisted of a test, which I proceeded to fail quite badly.
And finally, another period of science in which we marked worksheets. Our class is made of idiots. But me and Kristen don't listen. Go us. We suck.

I was hoping to go hang out at the mall with Kirstie and Kristen after their drama practice, but the faits were conspiring against me, landing me at my computer all night, posting in all of my various blogs, and chatting on AIM.

If you wish to contact me on AIM, and only know me through this blog, my screen name is BekaValentine34. I don't bight. I promise.

There. I have managed to make five entries tonight, three in my lj, one in my xanga and one here, and they all have been on different topics. Thou shalt worshep me.

I'm going to attempt to catch a bit of sleep now.

*Bek*

pretty

I must be a masochist. I make jobs for myself to do. I suck.

Hello.

I am in love with Tyr. I am going to marry him. He is not really dead. He's just...on vacation. Or planning the next uprising of the Nietzschean people. He's gonna come rescue us from Seafra with the help of purple Trance and Rev. And then Dylan's gonna die, and I'll be friends with Harper again. And...I suck.

I saw Hitch today. It lasted much too longishly. And tomorrow, I shall show Chelzy DVDs of the old days. When Tyr wasn't dead, and Dylan wasn't an ass. And when me and Harper were best friends.

And I like chocolate.

*Bek*