I don't know how many times I can say this, or how many different ways I can word it, but high school is a miserable place. It is hell on earth. It is where rude boys and snobby girls go to satisfy their need to make others suffer more than they do. I want it to be over.
I don't understand. I'm in my second to last year in that place. I only have eleven months left in that hole. I've seen it all. Then why, today, did I have a freshman moment? I thought those dreadful few seconds where you know deep in your soul that someone you don't even know is whispering about you were over with.
Those are never over. Our generation is disgusting; I'm not even ashamed to admit it. But you see, I believe in karma. Karma always works, which is why I resisted the urge to react to this travesty. Once anyone reacts, the situation is out of control.
It was just one of those days. Why are Mondays never good to me?
Desperate Housewives ended last night with the craziest cliffhanger ever. This was worse than the time Chuck Bass got shot in a foreign country in the magical land of Gossip Girl.
The last frame we see is Gaby (Eva Longoria) putting a plate holding a piece of cake on some kind of chest which contained the dead body of her former stepfather/abductor. Now we have to wait until September to understand why Susan didn't die yet, and who will take the blame for Carlos killing the stepfather.
By the way, I'm really excited for the Billboard Music Awards next Sunday. It'll be the Grammys all over again. (In my mind.)