Rapping about grape soda.

There was something earlier this week that I thought was important to remember and wanted to write down, but of course, I forgot. Sweet. Nice. Thanks.
I had a good weekend. Well, good friday night and saturday day. Highschool sucks and I am so out of here, bitches. I can't wait to be in college, with my college friends, and my college parties, and my college boyfriend (who is my current highschool boyfriend) and my college...everything. Psych, I'm actually going to university, but college sounds better. Sweet...I am drunk. Actually, I'm sober as balls right now. That could be the problem. It's funny going to parties where you are one of like four others who are completely sober and everyone else is a drunken asshole. Because you can just look at them and be like, "that could be me, but it's not, bitches!" Hm. Maybe I am drunk right now and just don't know it. Someone spiked my lemonade! That Big8 lemonade fucking sucks. Lots of things fucking suck. fucking fuck. Pwned, n00b.
I'm nervous/excited/anxious/psyched out about going away to camp for the summer. I'm so not ready, I don't even know what I am supposed to bring. I'll have to call Shannon or someone and ask them what they are taking, because I am really in the dark here.
I'm going to start saying lots of old fashioned sayings like, "your guess is as good as mine", and calling people "daddy-o". No one says cool stuff like that anymore, and I'm going to bring it back. Singlehandedly.
I'm going to bed, fags (holding a cheeseburger).