Skittles and Bloody Noses and Angst, Angst, Angst.

You meet really awesome people in high school, but you also meet complete fuck heads, that make your brain want to explode.

First trumpeter.

Agh.

AGGGHHHHH.

But other than him, high school is great, I'm in the play (with a tiny role, STILL COUNTS) and knowledge bowl, and jazz combo. And I've met some awesome people, and I'm nearly socially accepted. Which is pretty sweet.

And I love Boyfriend, much to the nausea of everyone who's friends with me on Facebook. It's not my fault we're so damn adorable!

We hung out yesterday, and it was wonderful. We went to the flammable fort, except we couldn't find matches. Ah well.