from shit to smiles...aahhh what a life!
I hate Live Journal, I mean like really! Every single time I write an entry it like erases!
DAMN YOU PEOPLE TO THE DEPT'S OF HELL!!!!!!!!!
On a lighter note I had fun today... Well I had fun because I was with my best friend and about 3 people that are awesome (Babaloo, Ashley, Va-nay-nay... oh yea, and Joseph) okay maybe 4, but whose counting?
Anyway... To make a long story short, my class had a car wash and who else was there but the bitches? God has a funny way of showing he loves me... I felt terrible! My confidence level was at a minimum! They were laughing and pointing and staring and talking...hmmm... when were they cleaning? I guess talking shit is a complicated art form to master and must be handled with care and an utter disregard to be discrete. I have noOo pity for those girls... they only cause trouble (watch out devil, you've got yourself a competition!)
But apart from being made fun of, I had a blast... I met that Matthew kid (FINALLY) I've heard about him... he tried to punish me and all I had to do was look at him with a "stern" expression and he said forget it "do whatever you want" I was like "damn skippy, sparky." He kept correcting me, but all in all, he was nice.
So afterward, I went to Macys and had a make-up date... I look soOoO hot.. ahhh the wonders of make up! They said I had great skin and a beautiful face... I felt wanted!
Now I'm off to party and dance ontop of tables... OPA of course... lovely place, great food! Babaloo made my day by saying I was pretty... Thank ya handsome!
Later Gator!
DAMN YOU PEOPLE TO THE DEPT'S OF HELL!!!!!!!!!
On a lighter note I had fun today... Well I had fun because I was with my best friend and about 3 people that are awesome (Babaloo, Ashley, Va-nay-nay... oh yea, and Joseph) okay maybe 4, but whose counting?
Anyway... To make a long story short, my class had a car wash and who else was there but the bitches? God has a funny way of showing he loves me... I felt terrible! My confidence level was at a minimum! They were laughing and pointing and staring and talking...hmmm... when were they cleaning? I guess talking shit is a complicated art form to master and must be handled with care and an utter disregard to be discrete. I have noOo pity for those girls... they only cause trouble (watch out devil, you've got yourself a competition!)
But apart from being made fun of, I had a blast... I met that Matthew kid (FINALLY) I've heard about him... he tried to punish me and all I had to do was look at him with a "stern" expression and he said forget it "do whatever you want" I was like "damn skippy, sparky." He kept correcting me, but all in all, he was nice.
So afterward, I went to Macys and had a make-up date... I look soOoO hot.. ahhh the wonders of make up! They said I had great skin and a beautiful face... I felt wanted!
Now I'm off to party and dance ontop of tables... OPA of course... lovely place, great food! Babaloo made my day by saying I was pretty... Thank ya handsome!
Later Gator!