Angels carry me oh so far away; make my body never touch the ground...
Well...I got my first speeding ticket today-what an experience. I was going 78(maybe)on 270-hey, I was just keeping up with traffic. Anyway, to make a long story short...extra big boobs+extra tiny waist=low ticket-wahoo! Thank G-d I decided to wear my sweatpants and push-up bra instead of these too tight jeans that make me look like a stuff sausage, and a racer-back thats too big for me so it makes everything so out-of-shape. I was nice to the officer, and I put on my little "cute and innocent" face, and we talked for a little. He was actually really nice. So, on the ticket he wrote I was going 64 in a 55mph zone, which is only a $70 ticket and 1 point on my license. Daddy said to make a court date, but it's only $70-why can't he just pay it??? Anyway, so my parents took my car away except to drive to school, therapy, internship, and MTC. I don't understand tho-Brian gets tickets ALL THE TIME! And he doesn't get shit for that. I told my dad about that and he said Brian's tickets are parking tickets...my response: "a fucking ticket is a fucking ticket-they both make insurance rise and cost money." Then my daddy said I'm just making matters worse, but then, I screamed "I don't understand this fucking favoritism in this family-what the hell is this?!?!?" and I slammed my door, locked it, and broke down crying. Well, I was hysterically crying for more than 4 hours (my eyes are still watery and it started at5 6:00pm)and I didn't know what to do. So, I took the screen out of my window, sat on the windowsill-and thought about jumping. Well, I wasn't very far up to begin with, so chances are I would've landed on my feet, and then gotten in more trouble for being "out of the house." So, I rationalized, and I went downstairs and took more doses of "serotonin..." I was "happy/hyper" within seconds-gotta love medication.
I got everyone's holiday presents today-yay! I'm excited about all of them. Katie got me "the stripper's guide to looking great naked"-holy shit-best present ever! It teaches you how to cover up a zit, and a good hairstyle for ur body type, and how to create cleavage, and how to look skinnier, and how to have bigger lips, and how to make a stripper routine-omg-it's amazing! It's really funny-I think a lot of people are getting me stuff that has to do with sex this year. The funny thing is tho...I'm a virgin. Everyone asks me that, and NO1, not anybody, believes me. So I like swear on my life that I am, and then they just look at me in shock. No-the best is when I tell people I don't have a boyfriend-that reaction is great. The same response from every single person: "how do you not have a boyfriend?!?! If you don't have one, then there's no hope for the rest of us" and then I just kinda get weirded out, but then they're like "you look like the type of girl that has boyfriend after boyfriend." I dunno whether to take that as a compliment or an insult, hahaha.
Just so people will stop asking me...YES, I SAW THE OPRAH EPISODE ON BDD THE OTHER DAY! Everyone either called me, IMed me, told me, or asked me the next day if I had seen it. I guess because I have minor BDD. It stands for body dysmorphic disorder-which means you see something totally different in the mirror than what people actually see. In the mirror, we think we're the ugliest people around and are embarrassed to go out in public. Every morning, before school, I cry because I can never look good. And no matter who and how many times people tell you you look sexy and gorgeous, u never believe it. And then there was this 28 year old girl who has had 26 plastic surgeries...and wants more. She was beautiful before the changes, and now she's, well, not as pretty. She can't breathe through her nose normally either-it's really sad.
Brian got me this really cute shirt from Hollister the other day, and I must say, I love it! He got a size medium because he didn't know what size I was, so he figured the middle was safe. I was so happy when I put it on though because it was too big, so that means I'm still a small. It's 100% cotton tho, so my mom did what she does best:shrunk it. And now-it's perfect-yay!
Alright, I'm done. Goodnight, loves!
I got everyone's holiday presents today-yay! I'm excited about all of them. Katie got me "the stripper's guide to looking great naked"-holy shit-best present ever! It teaches you how to cover up a zit, and a good hairstyle for ur body type, and how to create cleavage, and how to look skinnier, and how to have bigger lips, and how to make a stripper routine-omg-it's amazing! It's really funny-I think a lot of people are getting me stuff that has to do with sex this year. The funny thing is tho...I'm a virgin. Everyone asks me that, and NO1, not anybody, believes me. So I like swear on my life that I am, and then they just look at me in shock. No-the best is when I tell people I don't have a boyfriend-that reaction is great. The same response from every single person: "how do you not have a boyfriend?!?! If you don't have one, then there's no hope for the rest of us" and then I just kinda get weirded out, but then they're like "you look like the type of girl that has boyfriend after boyfriend." I dunno whether to take that as a compliment or an insult, hahaha.
Just so people will stop asking me...YES, I SAW THE OPRAH EPISODE ON BDD THE OTHER DAY! Everyone either called me, IMed me, told me, or asked me the next day if I had seen it. I guess because I have minor BDD. It stands for body dysmorphic disorder-which means you see something totally different in the mirror than what people actually see. In the mirror, we think we're the ugliest people around and are embarrassed to go out in public. Every morning, before school, I cry because I can never look good. And no matter who and how many times people tell you you look sexy and gorgeous, u never believe it. And then there was this 28 year old girl who has had 26 plastic surgeries...and wants more. She was beautiful before the changes, and now she's, well, not as pretty. She can't breathe through her nose normally either-it's really sad.
Brian got me this really cute shirt from Hollister the other day, and I must say, I love it! He got a size medium because he didn't know what size I was, so he figured the middle was safe. I was so happy when I put it on though because it was too big, so that means I'm still a small. It's 100% cotton tho, so my mom did what she does best:shrunk it. And now-it's perfect-yay!
Alright, I'm done. Goodnight, loves!