(no subject)
so pretty much this has been a great weekend.
i love weekends.
they make me think of summer.
which i also love.
bc summer means dresses.
& dresses mean the boycotting of pants in general.
i really HATE pants.
the are very boring & have no pizazz.
and i dont feel like adding life to them.
bc im lazy.
which is why my room is a mess from bloody hell.
& if my mom asks me to clean it one more time i will shatter a flowerpot or something dramatic.
drama.
why?
why is there so much of it?
do i cause it?
no.
but people like to say i do.
woooooooooooooooooooooooooohoo.
oh.
i just caused drama there.
hahaha.
i love how i could just BACKSPACE that all up & no one would ever know i said it.
but, thats not real... and real is who i am.
i love real.
i love people who ARE real.
who dont give a shit about anything or anyone but the people they care about.
that makes me happy.
i want to be more like them.
i want/need to be skinny.
i love skinny.
too much.
tanning is a must right about now... a must.
my hair is in my face & i can barely see.
but i love that about my hair.
its very much fun.
but everyone else is jealous of my hair.
EVERYONE muaahaha.
no.
actually, nobody likes it.
which is why i like it.
drama.
my hair causes drama.
omg, why my life?
actually, it makes me laugh.
and i love to laugh.
does that mean in all actuality i really like drama?
hmmmmmmm.
oh well.
at least im laughing.
i need school.
i need to break out of the normal.
and i need to hangout with old friends that i ditched for new ones.
god im shitty.
like, honestly.
who am i?
who DOES that?
ugh.
me...thats who.
whatev.
i think i want to go to UNCC.
how random is that?
bc i dont want to go to USC anymore.
no reason, just dont.
i miss vicki.
i love weekends.
they make me think of summer.
which i also love.
bc summer means dresses.
& dresses mean the boycotting of pants in general.
i really HATE pants.
the are very boring & have no pizazz.
and i dont feel like adding life to them.
bc im lazy.
which is why my room is a mess from bloody hell.
& if my mom asks me to clean it one more time i will shatter a flowerpot or something dramatic.
drama.
why?
why is there so much of it?
do i cause it?
no.
but people like to say i do.
woooooooooooooooooooooooooohoo.
oh.
i just caused drama there.
hahaha.
i love how i could just BACKSPACE that all up & no one would ever know i said it.
but, thats not real... and real is who i am.
i love real.
i love people who ARE real.
who dont give a shit about anything or anyone but the people they care about.
that makes me happy.
i want to be more like them.
i want/need to be skinny.
i love skinny.
too much.
tanning is a must right about now... a must.
my hair is in my face & i can barely see.
but i love that about my hair.
its very much fun.
but everyone else is jealous of my hair.
EVERYONE muaahaha.
no.
actually, nobody likes it.
which is why i like it.
drama.
my hair causes drama.
omg, why my life?
actually, it makes me laugh.
and i love to laugh.
does that mean in all actuality i really like drama?
hmmmmmmm.
oh well.
at least im laughing.
i need school.
i need to break out of the normal.
and i need to hangout with old friends that i ditched for new ones.
god im shitty.
like, honestly.
who am i?
who DOES that?
ugh.
me...thats who.
whatev.
i think i want to go to UNCC.
how random is that?
bc i dont want to go to USC anymore.
no reason, just dont.
i miss vicki.