Drama kings.
Things I have thought about and learned lately:
My guy friends caused lots of summer drama in my life. More than my girl friends.
I need more guy friends, period.
People in the movie "Nine Lives" couldn't act no matter how much you pay them.
Especially not Paris Hilton.
Who is... complete sleeze.
My brother needs Ritalin.
His inventions never work.
He thinks he's cool cause he beat me at chess.
My cat likes to pet me. With her tail. And always be in my face.
It creeps me out sometimes.
Myspace is either for the kids who know everybody and are just looking for compliments.
Or for the kids who know nobody and it makes them feel bad.
I deleted my myspace account once and for all.
Kim hearts my bum.
I keep having weird dreams about parties. Austin's parties.
I would really like to NOT have those dreams.
I miss my bangs.
They need to grow back to normal point.
NOW.
Or atleast before school... please.
Cartman does whateva he wants.
He's my fat boy idol.
I think I miss someone or something.
I'm not sure exactly who.
And I'm not sure exactly in what way.
But I have that feeling I miss someone. or something.
Maybe I miss a certain feeling altogether.
Maybe that's it.
Or maybe I miss a couple someones or somethings or somefeelings. (cool new word-somefeelings).
I saw pictures today.
Around.
Maybe that's when the missing feeling started.
A couple of pictures of someone made me realize what I really don't miss.
It made me angry.
A couple of pictures of someone else, when I came upon them, made me break out into a smile.
Why is that?
I don't think that's what I miss.
I shouldn't.
Pictures make me think, too.
About who's thinking about you.
Maybe someone you're thinking of?
Maybe not.
Maybe someone you would have never expected.
You'll never really know, I guess.
I also have decided I like being vague.
It leaves people wondering about something only I know.
Holy Sputnik!
( I blurted this out one day out of nowhere)
If you hear me say it, call me a nerd.
Because I am.
But I'm proud.
Yes, well, I liked this entry. I talked about a whole lot of everything and a whole lot of nothing all at the same time.
Eye heart your bum.
Laterzzz gatorzzzz.
p.s.s.s.s.s.s. as for the music choice... most rap makes me cringe nowadays. But that song makes me want to SHAKE IT. I think I might be crossing the line if I said like a polaroid picture. That might be crossing the homosexual line.
Why toe the line?
My guy friends caused lots of summer drama in my life. More than my girl friends.
I need more guy friends, period.
People in the movie "Nine Lives" couldn't act no matter how much you pay them.
Especially not Paris Hilton.
Who is... complete sleeze.
My brother needs Ritalin.
His inventions never work.
He thinks he's cool cause he beat me at chess.
My cat likes to pet me. With her tail. And always be in my face.
It creeps me out sometimes.
Myspace is either for the kids who know everybody and are just looking for compliments.
Or for the kids who know nobody and it makes them feel bad.
I deleted my myspace account once and for all.
Kim hearts my bum.
I keep having weird dreams about parties. Austin's parties.
I would really like to NOT have those dreams.
I miss my bangs.
They need to grow back to normal point.
NOW.
Or atleast before school... please.
Cartman does whateva he wants.
He's my fat boy idol.
I think I miss someone or something.
I'm not sure exactly who.
And I'm not sure exactly in what way.
But I have that feeling I miss someone. or something.
Maybe I miss a certain feeling altogether.
Maybe that's it.
Or maybe I miss a couple someones or somethings or somefeelings. (cool new word-somefeelings).
I saw pictures today.
Around.
Maybe that's when the missing feeling started.
A couple of pictures of someone made me realize what I really don't miss.
It made me angry.
A couple of pictures of someone else, when I came upon them, made me break out into a smile.
Why is that?
I don't think that's what I miss.
I shouldn't.
Pictures make me think, too.
About who's thinking about you.
Maybe someone you're thinking of?
Maybe not.
Maybe someone you would have never expected.
You'll never really know, I guess.
I also have decided I like being vague.
It leaves people wondering about something only I know.
Holy Sputnik!
( I blurted this out one day out of nowhere)
If you hear me say it, call me a nerd.
Because I am.
But I'm proud.
Yes, well, I liked this entry. I talked about a whole lot of everything and a whole lot of nothing all at the same time.
Eye heart your bum.
Laterzzz gatorzzzz.
p.s.s.s.s.s.s. as for the music choice... most rap makes me cringe nowadays. But that song makes me want to SHAKE IT. I think I might be crossing the line if I said like a polaroid picture. That might be crossing the homosexual line.
Why toe the line?