So, until now...

Mood: Interesting. This.
iTunes: The City Has Sex With Itself - Bright Eyes

I fell again at school. I should probably start getting used to it. I was walking down the stairs in the front of the A building, and I guess my Converse just plain suck. And they want to be replaced. They are tired of walking through mud puddles, and being full of holes, and covered in writing.

So they decide to give out on me at the worst times, like when I am walking down stairs in front of a whoooole bunch of people I don't know, and when I am walking through really really muddy patches of grass.

Anyway. I was just realizing that before I started writing this, I had so many interesting things happening to me that I could write about.

Now, I still have all those interesting things happening, and they happen so much more often, but I can't just write about them. Because they are not only my secrets to share. And I would feel traitorous and bad if I shared them with who-knows-who.

I dunno why, but I guess I just wanted you to know that my life is not nearly as boring as it seems on here. We'll see.

-megan.