October 2010
31 posts
Writing a satire piece about my life…. Its not even funny.
This deserves an awkward award.
You know its time to wash clothes when your clothes are double the height of your laundry basket …
It’s awkward emailing important people while trying to maintain eloquence. “Thanks”…”Thanks for your interest” … “Thanks for replying” …”Thanks again” … “Thanks for replying promptly” (even though they took 8 hours).
If I had an English name, what would it be?
So I learned today that Mr. Scarborough declares every friday Lady Gaga day and play on repeat 4 gaga songs to his drawing students, haha. He once said to me “this is for you guy” and I was like “wtf” until I heard the music. Apparently he jogs to gaga. Haha. “I want *huff* your love and *huff* revenge…”
Flooding myself with happy music. Who needs anything else? Break all bonds.
Do you feel overwhelmed? It’s okay. Everyone breaks down. But maybe this will help.
This song was written by Ze Frank. He received an email from a stranger named Laura, who just moved to another city; She was all alone — without the help of friends and family. He asked others to sing along with the chorus he created and then he mixed all of their voices together into a symphony....
Because of my stupid counselor, I won’t be going to college. Not only did he faxed in my agreement 10 HOURS late, but it was also UPSIDE down, like 5 other pages he submitted. Truly cream of the crop.
Throwback. This is why I’m hawt, this is why, this is why, this why I’M HOT.
I’m in the I-don’t-care-anymore mood. :)
Just looked through some old family pictures. Laughed my arse off. I feel oddly happy. I had a very awkward laugh back then… (still do…). It makes your heart melt. And your eyes.
Today I ate a cricket. One thing I wanted to do off my list. [x]
It tasted like a peanut shell.
I'm a rebel.
I eat nutella out of the canister with a spoon.
I kick my doors open.
I wait a bit when people call because I want to hear my ringtone
Little cousin
(Hes like 7)
Steven: Mom, do you like S or B?
His mom: What?
Steven: Choose S or B.
Mom: B.
Steven: *whispers* no, choose S for Steven.
Mom: Okay, S.
Steven: GUYS! SHE CHOSE S.
4 years of work is equivalent to a breakfast? Aw, thanks PISD. Well as much as I wish I get paid money, a breakfast sure made me a little happier. Now on Wednesday, WE FEAST.
Shooting?
Apparently there’s a rumor that there’s going to be a shooting tomorrow at school. That’s pretty BS already, not considering that the sources are freshmen. Makes me mad. The person that made up this rumor has an excuse to be pummeled. Why couldn’t they make a fun rumor? “RAVE TOMORROW” sounds awesome. “SHOOTING TOMORROW” makes me want to bring a bat...
I wish, for once, someone would go out of their way for me.
And so, I sit here, with a playlist that plays for an infinity.
twistedlemons asked: Why are you such an Alpaca?
Submitted! Sign. Sealed. Delivered. OH YEAH.
PS. See an addition to my tumblr? Hah :)
FML
I hate how I invested hours onto something just for it to make you feel like crap.
Our relationship
Sister: You need some color in your life.
*Gives me a neon green shirt*
*I put it on*
Sister: HAHAHA
Me: Go away! D:
Sister: Aunt Ut bought me a snuggie!
Me: She should have bought the leopard one to match your lameness.
I think winter is my favorite season now.
Christmas needs to hurry up.
Peppermint and ice skating.
Snow and drinking fraps even though its hella cold.
Presents and money.
Family and friends. :)
I cleaned my room. Its all nice and organized — I’ll give it a month.
I have a pretty row of charcoal pencils :D
And I just cleaned out all the paperwork I had junior year
I could make a junior’s life so very easy. Hmm… but I won’t. >:)
Rehab and laundry weekend. Gah, its been a hard week.