Punk Rocker?

I guess not. Ana was good, the girl can really sing, but my God, I couldn't understand a single word! And the band before them was God awful! Seriously, even the punkers said they sucked. Of course, I didn't get drunk so maybe that was wrong to begin with.
I am so tired...
Yeah, I know what you all are expecting me to write about, but you already know the story so I don't see the point of dwelling on it any longer. Screw him.
OK, just this: he even dared to ask if I'd be coming with them on Friday! Uhm... NOT!
(I have an exam Saturday morning so I can't. Do you think he'll think I'm not coming cuz of him? Do you think I care what he thinks? lol Loser.) Although, as I read about the plans they're making, I really want to go! They are going to have so much fun! I wish I was going too!!!!
I got my first grade today. It's a B in Language Practice. Yay. (Too tired for enthusiasm.)
So that's it.
Oh wait. I also got some inspiration out of it all and wrote a punk song and that has to count for something, right? Now, who wants to do the music and sing it?

INFLATABLE DOLL
Your ego put combat boots on
And kicked my confidence in the guts
What was there to do but
To crawl back into Mother Solitude's womb

Hey, whatever
Take by the hand your inflatable doll
And take a stroll

So I pick the woman in me up
Shake the dust off my pride
Step one, step two
Look, I'm walking, holding my head up high

Hey, whatever
Take by the hand your inflatable doll
And take a stroll

Whatever
Just shut the fuck up
My fall doesn't want to listen
My slip just doesn't care

Hey, whatever
Take by the hand your inflatable doll
And take a stroll