adam frances owes me three dollars and a cookie.
i spent like the entire night last night at the library. like, wow. i asked my mother, because people wanted to go. and she looked at me very strangely. i'm not a big library person. charles wrote 'charles beelitz is hot' on my shoes. now i am getting people to sign my shoes because he started it. actually, dez started it. whatever. i was going to say something worth reading in this livejournal thing. but i forgot what it was. oh well. you'll have to deal with reading my more worthless words until i remember. my brother thinks he's funny because he's acting like an obese, flightless bird. yeah.. i just kindof stare at him, and wait until he cracks up. i need the panic! at the disco cd very, very badly. i feel really fat because we went out to dinner for my mommy's birthday. and i ate way too much. it was this habachi place. and the chef got confused and gave people the wrong food. ahh i just remembered what i was going to say. people talk about my clothing a lot. actually, only some of my girl friends. they're like "why do you wear stud belts! and polish your nails purple and black! it scares me!" well, maybe thats my style. at least i dont dress the same as everybody else and wear those idiotic looking leg warmers with a skirt. certain people couldnt handle it when i was preppy-ish. and now i'm pretty much the opposite of preppy. and they can't handle that either. what do you want me to do? i'll fucking wear whatever i feel like wearing. i'm not emo, despite my music. i'm not gothic. i'm not depressed. and i'm probably the happiest with who i am that i ever was. next time try getting to know me first before you decide on what to make of me. don't bother stereotyping me. i'm not going to change because somebody else doesnt like it. ahh i feel better now. kay then. byebye.