I crave the familiar feeling of extinguished fags on my skin.
Dude, Stephanie met the boy of her dreams. And when I saw him, I like died. Physically. God. Ugh, Jealousy. Woooo.
If I were a woman, I’d want to look Like Elisa. God that chick can rock the swimming.
Speaking of Jealousy, wait, no. I’m not about to rant about him. I’d rather immaturely hiss at him when he walks by. Der. That was retarded, I’m going to try and be nice to him Anthony. And I’m not talking about Ryan, so let’s skip the commentary about my “way to be inconspicuous.”
One thing rolls onto the next; I’m glad that you and I talked like adults, Kristyn. I’m glad the whole 7 Days! -vs.- Shovelface can be over, ‘cause we both know it was ridiculous. It’s much more appropriate to mock each other for our predictable Piscean ways, and you know it ;D
I originally had an antagonist comment here directed at someone. After really thinking about it, I came back and deleted the comment, because…Well I just don’t care.
I’m supposed to be spending the afternoon with Kaleigh today, but who knows. She wanted me to do her makeup and take her pictures…but she wants to go Visit Rose, and she has to pick up her car from the shop….ugh. Hopefully I don’t get dragged around for the next 8 hours with nothing to show for it come later tonight.
I’m ranting, cause I’m bored. There is still 50 minutes left of school. Jessica, can we go to MAC tomorrow? I made 20 more buckeroos. I really want to get another pigment. Or maybe that purple shade stick. That place is my Candy store. I think I’ll work both weekend days just so I have extra money to get my MAC on with ;D [God Sarah Guthrie, I love you.]
I was walking down the hall, and I turned to look to my left and I wasn’t expecting anything and there was Jen. Scared. The. Piss. Out. Of. Me. You’re still Jesus, kid.
CATIE: WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN? I haven’t seen you at school. We’re still hanging out Friday, correct-o? You’re supposed to take my pale ass tanning.
Thursday morning I have an MRI. They’re looking for abnormalities in my Head. Joy. The whole idea of going into a cylindrical prison for 45 minutes where I can’t move and it’s too loud to think reminds me of the episode of Sex and The City where Charlotte goes for Chinese therapy so she can get pregnant. You’d know what I meant if you’ve seen the episode.
I want Anthony Cuddle Time. Matter o’ fact, I’m demanding it. And you can’t mention the B word whilst you attend to my needy nature. K? K. <3
This class apparently goes on forever. I'm miserable, though my entry may give the idea of otherwise. I really want nothing to do with anyone right now.
If I were a woman, I’d want to look Like Elisa. God that chick can rock the swimming.
Speaking of Jealousy, wait, no. I’m not about to rant about him. I’d rather immaturely hiss at him when he walks by. Der. That was retarded, I’m going to try and be nice to him Anthony. And I’m not talking about Ryan, so let’s skip the commentary about my “way to be inconspicuous.”
One thing rolls onto the next; I’m glad that you and I talked like adults, Kristyn. I’m glad the whole 7 Days! -vs.- Shovelface can be over, ‘cause we both know it was ridiculous. It’s much more appropriate to mock each other for our predictable Piscean ways, and you know it ;D
I originally had an antagonist comment here directed at someone. After really thinking about it, I came back and deleted the comment, because…Well I just don’t care.
I’m supposed to be spending the afternoon with Kaleigh today, but who knows. She wanted me to do her makeup and take her pictures…but she wants to go Visit Rose, and she has to pick up her car from the shop….ugh. Hopefully I don’t get dragged around for the next 8 hours with nothing to show for it come later tonight.
I’m ranting, cause I’m bored. There is still 50 minutes left of school. Jessica, can we go to MAC tomorrow? I made 20 more buckeroos. I really want to get another pigment. Or maybe that purple shade stick. That place is my Candy store. I think I’ll work both weekend days just so I have extra money to get my MAC on with ;D [God Sarah Guthrie, I love you.]
I was walking down the hall, and I turned to look to my left and I wasn’t expecting anything and there was Jen. Scared. The. Piss. Out. Of. Me. You’re still Jesus, kid.
CATIE: WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN? I haven’t seen you at school. We’re still hanging out Friday, correct-o? You’re supposed to take my pale ass tanning.
Thursday morning I have an MRI. They’re looking for abnormalities in my Head. Joy. The whole idea of going into a cylindrical prison for 45 minutes where I can’t move and it’s too loud to think reminds me of the episode of Sex and The City where Charlotte goes for Chinese therapy so she can get pregnant. You’d know what I meant if you’ve seen the episode.
I want Anthony Cuddle Time. Matter o’ fact, I’m demanding it. And you can’t mention the B word whilst you attend to my needy nature. K? K. <3
This class apparently goes on forever. I'm miserable, though my entry may give the idea of otherwise. I really want nothing to do with anyone right now.