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It's high time for an update.
What to say, what to say. I'm not an internet addict/LJ slut like some people I know... So I apoligize for not updating religiously. But don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy your posts Joanna, you fugly slut. Haha, Lindsay, do you remember when we went out to dinner right before me and Aimee and Joanna left to our boarding schools, and when we were getting back into the car, I screamed at you and called you a stupid whore, or something of that sort? I can't remember exactly what I said, but I believe the word "whore" was a part of it. Boo, you whore. So this is nasty: The hallway has smelled like nasty fish right outside my door since last night. I'm like, what the ff? It's grossa. Ha, I love the part in Mean Girls, when they are in Regina's room and all looking in the mirror and saying what they don't like about themselves, and Lindsay Lohan says that she has bad breath in the morning, and they say, ew. Or something like that. It's homecoming week here, and so this last week was like school spirit week or somesing. I says to myself, is this highschool? Do we know? Is the Buena-Ventura game on Friday? Except instead of Ventura Nerd day, they did western day. Figures. The only benefit to this was I saw a dreamy boy dressed as a cowboy. And we jumped on his horse and rode to freedom. I need a new belt, cause either this one is stretched out, or my anorexia is finally kicking in, because even when it's on the smallest hole, my pants slip down. Oh, and I now can take off all of my pants without unbuttoning them. Again, not sure if this is because they are getting stretched, or because I now weigh the perfect weight: 78 pounds. It could be either one in my opinion. I wish I had some sort of desire to exercise, because even though I am skinny, and practically perfect, my body is about 95% flab, and 5% muscle. Being toned would be nice, but I'm really not willing to do a thing about it. So my Mary-Kate diet will just have to do for now. Well I have class in a few, and I need to crimp my hair, and put on my push-up bra and false eyelashes, so I'll have to catch you all later. Leave me many and humorous comments. Or I will give you chlamydia. And you will die.