..Welcome to My Life..

So the thing for the freshman was a bust. Being a junior has it's disadvantages and advantages. We get a whole nother year of freshman to pack into our small school.. Which really sucks, but then again, we get more kids to push around. They weren't even trying to get involved tonite. Some did, only cause they knew the freaking preps. I tried to talk some of the punk and goth kids to dance with us, but it was a country song and I really don't blame them honestly. Half way through we gave up (which I think was a dumb thing to do). We didn't even bother.

I'm listening to this mix tape that Tucker made me, but it's kinda scratchy so I'm wondering how long it was in his glove compartment. Because he said it was only in there for 3 days, but it looks worse. Maybe I'll just redownload everything onto another CD. It was the thought that counts right? He wanted me to have something to listen to tomorrow at the hospital. It's just a bunch of punk rock bands I've never heard of, some I have, and some Rancid (he knows my tastes).

Anyways, I guess that's it. I love my daddy.. I don't think I say it enough!

love mucho!
(tanky tanky annah for the b-e-a-utiful name thingy! i love it)

btw.. if you need to talk to me, call my cell (if you know me you already know the new number!)