MY MYSPACE

got hacked. and my fish died. and i have no job. and no money. my mom and dad are fighting... (thought that's why they got a divorce?) my best friend's car died last night. my other best friend is being an a$$ majora. my mom needs to get a job. i'm a shy pee-er.

good news....

i finished a playlist... 125 songs... it's pretty good. there're a couple songs i couldn't find, but i found a lot that i realllllllly love... i don't know how to post it on here though. too bad, it's a good one. maybe on my HACKED myspace?


xoxo kayla

Unemployment

is sad. I don't really know what I am going to do with my life... I really need a job, and I'm used to people just walking up to me and saying, hi, I know a place you can work. "You don't even really need to be interviewed. We know you're qualified." Unfortunately, that's not how life really is.

I saw a commercial today about donating plasma, and I've never been more eager in my life to let someone insert a needle into my arm and take out a part of my blood for money. I still think that maybe, it might be a good idea.

Or I guess I could always turn to prostitution... JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i am in the library

typing w. 1 hand b.c brooklynn is sleeping on my arm, with her eyes open. my mom used to call that resting... but then her eyes would close and im pretty sure i would hear her snoring sometimes.

why is everyone so sleepy?

it's ms. henre's fault. about me anyway.

thanks ms. henre.

and i'm not happy about writing this next research paper either. i'm just going to pretend it's not real. that's what i did with the last one, and i think i'm okay... so what the heck.
i'm a senior. i don't need that class to graduate.

all i need is investigating history, and i'm totally solid. i'mma pass that bidness...





xoxo kayla