Who Want's Me?

I hung out with a couple of friends from school today. It was a good time. We talked about a bunch of stuff, and ate Mac and Cheese. Persilla looked at me and said you have a boyfriend? He must have been high when he met you, because I don't know anyone who would want you. And the insults started flying. Though when someone says something like that I think it makes everyone think. There is more to me, then just legs. Oh well, I'm not to worried about it.

My history of jazz project is coming along. I think I might change some songs because I'm having a really hard time finding stuff about them. It's due Tuesday, but I have a lot of it done, so I don't have to much to worry about.

~Sweep sweep~