PHS

ugh right now im stuck in mother freakin yearbook with all these lames... potheads.. ghetto jamaicans ... and wanna be martians. Im feeling so cluttered and clausterphobic cause of all these people around me. So i sit here eating my Ritz toasted chips: sour cream and onion. Now this chick on my left wanna tell me i cant spell and whatnot. (sigh) today is gonna be a LONG day =/