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winter formal was not worth the money. im tired. last night we slept and had pancakes in the morning and played with hercules and ozzi. then i watched mulan 2 while everyone else screamed and banged on things. then they left. today im going to watch THE NOTEBOOK and cry my fucking eyes out while i eat thai chicken pizza and im excited. when i got the movie, i wsa like so excited i almost cried at the movie store. its such a sad and intnese movie and i've been waiting since AUGUST to see it again. wow. long time. im freeeaking out. and im drinkging a new drink thats not my chai tea latte, its my swiss white chocolate coffee drink. without my store bought coffe mixes i would die. i want to dye my hair. im mad at things. all the time. like ususal. but a lot right now. super bowl sucks. people suck. the end ♥
i realized that when im really sad over something, i dont really eat. but when im really sad over useless things, i eat too much. then when im REALLY REally happy or pre ocuppied, i dont eat either and when im normal i eat. duh. so maybe i should be really sad over something but i dont want to be, so then maybe i shuld be really really happy and preoccupied with useless things then i wont eat either. or um... i dont know. ignore me. this is like.. later... like 4 hours later than the whole paragraph ending with the heart. so like, i saw the notebook and it was so good. but i cried like... 10 million times. yees. no ones reading. i am. i dont have pictures from formal.
okay so, getting my makeup done just made me even madder at everything. the lady spent the time doing everything she could to cover my face, making me look even uglier, and telling me how bad my skin was. then she made fake lips, telling me how weird shaped my lips were. she tried so hard to cover my actual skin that she put way way way too much face makeup on, and i looked disgusting. so that pissed me off. then the hair lady was nice and all but she just somehow made me dislike my hair even more. and realize it really wasnt pretty and its like a fucking bob. well its better than before, i hated my hair even more before. and then my nail place the day before just made me feel like i have gross feet. well of course, all feet are gross, but i dont know. this whole... like... trying to be pretty for formal where no one noticies you exsist anyways doesnt realy appeal to me. no matter how hard i try it doesnt do anything. and guess what. im EATING. shoooott me in the head.