I Do What He Says But I End Up Falling Off The Edge.

Dear Past Me:
When they offer spanish in Junior High....Take it then.
When Alex asks you out, just say no...It'll save you from alot of things.
When someone introduces you to a blade and the art of cutting...Don't listen to them.
When someone introduces you to the art of anorexia and bulimia...Don't listen.
When you get your new scooter, don't ride it through puddles...You'll be happier.
When you meet someone over the internet named Kyle Nichols...you might like him, but it won't work out.
I'm only eighteen and there's so much more I could write about who to avoid and who not to and who you say you love, but the only one you will really truly like/love is a guy named Malachi. He treats you like none of the other guys have.

All we need is love and beer and old school metal.

Foreign Languages...why must we take the courses in high school? I mean, if we already know it, then we won't need to take the class; if we don't know it, then we probably won't use it. I can already tell you that by my first year of college, i'm going to forget everything I learned in Spanish, so really...I see no point in learning spanish. Sure, if I go to mexico or spain or anything I will not know the language...that's why they have translators. I mean, we are becoming so technologically advanced that pretty soon we won't need to be able to speak at all, just learn how to push buttons and have the machine talk for us. So yeah...I'm failing spanish...might not even be able to graduate...what kind of shit is that?! I mean seriously...I fucking hate foreign languages...give me some cool language to study...like australian, irish, british, scottish...stuff like that. Yes, I do know they speak english...but they also have different words for things that we use..and you can learn to speak with an accent. xD well....I'm done ranting..latas.