Freshman year was rough. I made it, though, with a 3.9 GPA. I know, no life.
I've found myself a cutie. His name's Alan. He's such a sweet, innocent guy. I've slowly been corrupting him. Oops. 3 months with this guy. Time well spent, I think.
I've become extremely punk-pop/grunge. All I wear is band tee's. I looooooove Nirvana.
I really just love music. It inspires me. Except country. Yuck.
I've grown to hate people. A lot of people. Don't bother me if:
you're a suck up
you're obnoxious
you're overly loud
you're trying to use me
Yep. Screw you all.
