Wednesday, December 30, 2009

12.30.2009

I'm falling back into my old ways.

I wonder how many people know what that means.
I wonder how many people will ask me..

hmm.
I wouldn't bother if I were you.
Causeeeee
I'm not gonna tell you what it means.

Oh.
My phone service is gone again.
It's this long complicated process.
No one really texts me who I haven't told though..
So I guess it's okay.

Uhm.
I had a fabulous Christmas Eve.
Christmas morning I helped cook breakfast with a very drunk boyfriend of my mother's.
Which is weird that I did I am the one who HATES drunk people.
But that's okay.
He owes me.
Anywho.
I have another turtle.
His name is Donatello.
He is about the size of a silver dollar.
Franklin doesn't know what to do.
He is very confused.

I also got a laptop.
It is pretty.
I haven't named it yet..
But I will.
I uploaded most of my CDs to it.
I have recently discovered that Avril Lavigne music makes me angry.
A lot of her songs have happiness to them.
But that is what angers me.
She's wrong.
Don't ask me why only her songs anger me.
Cause a bunch of songs are like that.
But .. idk.
I still like her music. . it just makes me mad .

Just a few things to say to a couple of people.
To you: Stop pretending
like you are the only person
in the world who matters.
Cause you aren't.
All you do is look out for
yourself. Lately at least.
You don't have to be a bitch
just to get some respect. Kay?
To both of you: Try talking
to eachother. Trust me. You
both will be a lot better off
that way.
To you: Stop whining at me.
To you: Thank you.
There is something really random that I would like to share.
And I am not sure if I have shared it before or not..
But I am going to say it now either way.
I give help people with relationships all the time,
even though, 99% of the time, I am not in one.

Gah. I am tired of being sick.
I have been sick since the day after Christmas.
I am gonna work on homework..
//I hate you.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

12.22.2009

Look; not purple font :]

So I would definitely have to say that I am a very happy little girl.
There is a particular person to blame for that to.
Anddddd you know who you are.
...
I wonder if you read my blogs.. hmm...

Has anyone seen the Princess and the Frog?
Did you like it? .. .
Or what about A Christmas Carol... ?
Did you like that one?

So tonight is fondue.
Dakota's girlfriend is coming over.
And so are my mommy and Steve-l's friends..
Cyndi and Leo.

Oh Oh Oh.
Secret: I like mistletoes. :]

Uhm...
Oh Oh Oh.
Fact: Condoms are expensive.
ahah.
Don't ask. kay? :]

Christmas music is playing...
and I think I am about to switch it to country.
I finished almost all of my shopping today.
Thank goodness.

Uhm. honestly..
I'm not really looking forward to Christmas.
Cause as soon as Christmas morning is over,
everyone goes back to their aggravating, unloving, arrogant selves.

I leave for my daddy's on Christmas morningish.
Well, I leave my house at 11.
My flight is at 1.
Then I come home on January 2.
My flight lands at 5:50PM.

Wow.
So I currently have 2887 anytime minutes
and 18, 171 roll over minutes..
feel free to call me anytime :]
We can talk for..
351 hours without me running out of minutes.
Which is like 14.625 days.
Seriously, call me.

I'll answer if I wanna talk. :]


Kay.
My hair is in a towel.
I'm gonna dry it and make myself look kinda cute.
Cause.. that is as good as it's gonna get today.
:]

//kissunderamistletoe.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

12.10.2009

Circles.
Not [] <-- boxes.
Circles.
Constant circles.
I can't even keep my thoughts straight anymore.
I am doing absolutely terrible in school.
I never see my mommy anymore.
I hate that I don't drive yet.
It really isn't my fault either.
I just want to go to Washington already.
I'm sick of Las Vegas.
I am so sick of the people here.

I am so freakin sick of this feeling I have.
I can't even describe it.
It's overwhelming and exhausting and it confuses the hell out of me and I can't escape it and
I hate hate hate hate hate this feeling.

I miss my daddy.
I'm nothing but a whiney mess right now :/



//replacement?


Thursday, December 3, 2009

12.03.2009

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//screwed over.