The original title of this was mostly because of my teenage love for Jack's Mannequin's first album. And in a way, I guess I'd like to think my life really is a story for someone out there. I suppose it gives some meaning to all of the nothing.
Monday, July 25, 2011
I'm at what may be the only place in existence that makes you feel punished for going to school. 30 minutes down. 8 hours to go...
Luckily I have this wonderful video that can brighten anyone's bad day: