I got my freakin' Franz Ferdinand tickets, and it makes me NICE. I walked into Graywhale, and the ferril blonde guy kind of smiled, and I sheepishly whispered that I wanted some tickets, and a guy with a fro got them for me, and I wasn't an idiot this time. AND I LOOK LIKE A DRUGGIE.
I can't help the red eye. Not even red eye, that's about your pupil, this is the white part, and I'm freaking out. Matt Nanes won't even look me in the face.
Anyway, Fridays are nice, because you have momentum, but you don't have to worry about homework for the nice, you can just make your bed and lay in it and think of all the ways you are such a funny person, and know that everyone should love you.