January 2010
15 posts
You, you, you.
PMS: This is fucking ridiculous. No call. No mention. Nothing. What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. He doesn't like me, thats it. he just has this passionate hate for me and never wants to see me again. And he thinks I'm ugly, and stupid as fuck. But what the FUCK. Seriously this is fucking ridiculous. I hate him now. I just want to kick him. But then make out with him. And stuff. What the fuck.
Making Excuses Lobe: He's busy. He has a lot of shit to do. I mean, we're both really busy. It makes sense. I mean I can't expect that he would have time to call me. And it makes sense. I wasn't home all day. And he doesn't talk to girls. He doesn't know what's stalkerish and what's just conversation, or something. And we're not the closest friends, what even is there to talk about. Oof, heh. Awkward...........................He's busy. Huh. Kay.
Arrogance: He totally wants me.
@jteppah
meetthedinosaur:
Your backspace isn’t working.
I KNOW. but i fixed it this morning…
Dance at the Gym
winter prom checklist:
1. get my nails did
2. do my hair
3. go with the person i asked
4. get a SLAMMIN’ dress
5. go with the person i actually want to go with
6. clean my room
7. sleepover with a bish afterward
8. make a pair of spanx
9. do nothing the day of except aformentioned items
10. not clean my room
11. sew a bra into the backless dress
12. blame it on the pop
13. blame...
Ya gotta have a gimmick.
boobs are not boobs without nipples.
^my profound thought of the day.
“Good MORNING Ms. Lemon. Sorry for snapping at you, I’ve got the winter...”
– There’s nothing like watching 30 Rock at 3 in the morning to lift your spirits.
children will listen
every day i notice more and more that i’m becoming near-sighted in my right eye. it doesn’t make sense because my mom didn’t need glasses of any sort until she was 50, and doesn’t even have prescription glasses, just the ones you buy in a 9-pack at costco, and its not like she uses them all the time. she’s 58 now. and going senile. on the other hand, my dad got...
“So what?”
oh man.
i don’t want my report card to come. i’ve never felt like that. i like grades. even if they’re not great. but not these ones.
if i was 14 and i read this, i wouldn't have... →
promises, promises.
her: hi
him: uh, hi.
her: hello.
him: ..........
her: uh.
him: hum.
her: UM--
him: what? (!)
her: uh.
him: oh.
her: yup.