Girl I Think My Butt Gettin Big.
Ok so I'm weirdly in love with the show Beauty and the Geek. You'd think I'd be totally offended by it but I just find it so delightful! It's just a really charming show. The girl and the guy who won last season are so funny to watch and I just think that although the concept of the show seems like a bad idea, I think it turned out really well.
Uuugh I wanna delete my livejournal but I don't want to cause I figure I'll regret it later on in life but I keep wanting to stop writing in it but not wanting to have my last post be my "last post." And now my "last post" is gunna be about Beauty and the Geek...uuuugh.
I want to have sex so ridiculously bad it's awful. I don't even want a boyfriend anymore. I don't care about boyfriends, I can chill wit myself, I just want to have sex. Uuugh sooo annnooooyyyinnnng.
I also can't stop obsessing about how good rap is. Everytime I find one new artist I flip out for like a month about how incredible rap is. Every night of the week on schoolnights Leanna and I do homework, she goes out and gets drunk, and I stay in and badoob and freakoutdance to rap music.
Ok and another thing, I can't believe I got arressted for something as lame as shoplifting. If I had known I was gunna get arressted in life, I don't think I would have though it'd be for something as totally patty as shoplifting.
Leanna just shouted in the background "I love this show!" (I'm making her watch Beauty and the Geek for the first time)
I need some money. I need to work fo mah money but I don't even want to. I also need to do my community service. Do you want to do it with me? I wanna volunteer at a little kid shitbitch thing like an orphanage or something. Do orphanages still exist? Prolly. But they prolly aint like they used to be. I totally imagine walking into an orphanage and seeing just a ton of little Oliver Twists shivering on the floor playing with paper bags and wanting food and shit.
I wrote a ten page paper today. It was on the human sex-slave industry in America. Ten pages! That's so many!
This was my last entry. Ever. Oh man I swear to God.
MmmmmmAlyssa.
P.S
I don't understand Spencer Ashby's pictures. I'll look at them and be like "Woah, Hanna, who is that guy in a suit you're charging at?" Or "Janey, why are you wearing such huge ass headphones on your head?? And where the fuck are you that you're in a room covered with magazine pages???" I get that they're supposed to be artistic and all, but I just love looking at them and knowing the people in them and being like "Siobhan....you're being so funny! What are you doing!!!" They're so funny to look at when you're best friends with the people in them. Soo funny.
Uuugh I wanna delete my livejournal but I don't want to cause I figure I'll regret it later on in life but I keep wanting to stop writing in it but not wanting to have my last post be my "last post." And now my "last post" is gunna be about Beauty and the Geek...uuuugh.
I want to have sex so ridiculously bad it's awful. I don't even want a boyfriend anymore. I don't care about boyfriends, I can chill wit myself, I just want to have sex. Uuugh sooo annnooooyyyinnnng.
I also can't stop obsessing about how good rap is. Everytime I find one new artist I flip out for like a month about how incredible rap is. Every night of the week on schoolnights Leanna and I do homework, she goes out and gets drunk, and I stay in and badoob and freakoutdance to rap music.
Ok and another thing, I can't believe I got arressted for something as lame as shoplifting. If I had known I was gunna get arressted in life, I don't think I would have though it'd be for something as totally patty as shoplifting.
Leanna just shouted in the background "I love this show!" (I'm making her watch Beauty and the Geek for the first time)
I need some money. I need to work fo mah money but I don't even want to. I also need to do my community service. Do you want to do it with me? I wanna volunteer at a little kid shitbitch thing like an orphanage or something. Do orphanages still exist? Prolly. But they prolly aint like they used to be. I totally imagine walking into an orphanage and seeing just a ton of little Oliver Twists shivering on the floor playing with paper bags and wanting food and shit.
I wrote a ten page paper today. It was on the human sex-slave industry in America. Ten pages! That's so many!
This was my last entry. Ever. Oh man I swear to God.
MmmmmmAlyssa.
P.S
I don't understand Spencer Ashby's pictures. I'll look at them and be like "Woah, Hanna, who is that guy in a suit you're charging at?" Or "Janey, why are you wearing such huge ass headphones on your head?? And where the fuck are you that you're in a room covered with magazine pages???" I get that they're supposed to be artistic and all, but I just love looking at them and knowing the people in them and being like "Siobhan....you're being so funny! What are you doing!!!" They're so funny to look at when you're best friends with the people in them. Soo funny.