17 candles.... will you be mine
Hi.
I'm boring. You're boring. Let's be boring, kay?
Life tastes good because Sr Eileen test is over. I survived. Do I get amedal like war vets? I feel like I deserve something. I'll just consider my 87 on my art sketchbook as my prize. Bitch.
I'm in the school fashion show. My dress is this <-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> poofy. When I lift my arms it falls to the ground. "We'll just pin it." -That's what we like to hear. Not only will I be walking down a fake runway dressed in 80's prom gear in the middle of the senior ring dance.... I will also be having my sequenced fabric performing acupuncture infront of a live audience.
My shore house plans are taking a rollercoaster ride. They're good. They're bad. They're non-existant. They're fabulous. But at the moment they are ok so I guess I can smile? No smileing would mean I'm getting my hopes up and i'm not so I'll just smirk. Damn the boys to hell for being all settled.
I'm sucha pathetic whiner.
I still have no outfit for that stupid dance. I mean after I change out of cinderellas ball gown. Festival of Giving is on Sunday! Any dolls shopping the evening away?
Looking forward to my balloon from Reba Mac... i mean Becky in two days!
I'm boring. You're boring. Let's be boring, kay?
Life tastes good because Sr Eileen test is over. I survived. Do I get amedal like war vets? I feel like I deserve something. I'll just consider my 87 on my art sketchbook as my prize. Bitch.
I'm in the school fashion show. My dress is this <-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> poofy. When I lift my arms it falls to the ground. "We'll just pin it." -That's what we like to hear. Not only will I be walking down a fake runway dressed in 80's prom gear in the middle of the senior ring dance.... I will also be having my sequenced fabric performing acupuncture infront of a live audience.
My shore house plans are taking a rollercoaster ride. They're good. They're bad. They're non-existant. They're fabulous. But at the moment they are ok so I guess I can smile? No smileing would mean I'm getting my hopes up and i'm not so I'll just smirk. Damn the boys to hell for being all settled.
I'm sucha pathetic whiner.
I still have no outfit for that stupid dance. I mean after I change out of cinderellas ball gown. Festival of Giving is on Sunday! Any dolls shopping the evening away?
Looking forward to my balloon from Reba Mac... i mean Becky in two days!