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this this this THIS perfume smells like heaven.* please buy it. i don't care who you are. the world would be a better place if everyone smelled like this.

this is the first time i've used my laptop in months. i bought a bunch of stuff from after christmas sales. i'll probably make an outfit post soon because my creativity veins have just run dry. not that this blog was ever creative anyway???
someone remind me to beg for a new sidekick soon. for all the cheapasses out there like myself who still have a sidekick 3 because you haven't traded in yet, i think sidekicks are like 50% off now or something. do it now or forever be hassled by the tmoblie vendors in the mall pestering you to upgrade.





w000ow. what a superficial post. how typical of me.





*i am fully aware of what heaven smells like

i wish,

i wish a lot of things.











i keep postponing studying for finals. i feel semi terrible about it, i keep calling my friends to reassure me that they haven't started either. i guess i'm one of those people that can stand myself better when i know everyone else is in the same boat. i think it taps in to that deep phsycological thing inside me that used to be my conscience. something like that.

i was listening to talk radio today. hahahhaa. some woman saying something about how she believed she was a rigid homeosexual until she left for college. then suddenly the bisexual gods up in sky decided to grace her with the ability to sympathize and participate. i hope i'm not being blasphemous? it's all in sarcasm, people.
it got me thinking how stupid people are these days.
okay really, if you don't "know" that you are a bisexual until you get to college, you are not a bisexual, you are an idiot looking to jump on the bandwagon. literally and metaphorically i guess. hm.


everyone do themselves a favor and listen to this!

313

lol i was just browsing through blogspot and found like, a million 13 year old girls blogs who are admittedly decorated v nicely. nicer then mine, anyway. heh.
they ramble on about how much they love **starbucks** and their new hollister t shirt or something, and try reaaaaalllly hard to be those girls from "the clique."
i giggled.
i won't point out names like the class act i am
though but you might happen upon one idk here.


i'm probably going to get a very strongly worded message from that girl. oh well you know i just live to cyber bully preteens.



i'm not really any better.
when i was that age i wanted to be massie block like no one else did, ok so i did read those books.


hell, i'm still crossing my fingers that someone will crown me blair waldorf.








i've been watching bam's unholy union reruns since 9:30 this morning. i even went online to check whether or not he's still married to that girl. according to wikipedia his marital status is 2007-present; yeah right.

313 is the area code for detroit. rofl.

i never

process anything i say when you're around
and then i overthink it later


it's really hard to keep that up for a year jsyk

i probably notice you way more then you notice me even though you still remembered to tell him how you felt after how many months was that? i thought that was cute
we never talked about it though
we hardly ever talked about anything it makes me sad but i still miss you


if i ever make this blog "public" i'm going to delete this post

let me go

i don't want your attention.




my housekeeper told me the house in back of ours was haunted the other day and i flipped out. she's all spiritual and she sees apparitions and things idk. she's really nice.
our house is on a hill, so the floors aren't level. the office faces the window of the room that's supposedly haunted. i haven't looked out the window since and i'm all compulsive about putting the blinds down, heh.
i wondered if the ghost ever sat and watched me type but then i remembered i'm not nearly interesting enough to sit and watch.
that reminds me of you.




to whoever threw the shoe at george bush, you didn't illustrate your cause, all you did is illuminate the fact that george bush has the reflexes of a damn ninja.
someone hire me his trainer.

i am quiiiite,

the little sarcastic jerk,
i have come to find out.

















i think i like it better that way.

12/6/08

as of 13 minutes ago.

i wish it was chirstmas already so my mom would buy me the whole damn american apparel store idk.
and the MF HD powder and camouflage palette.
i think i'm going to make a wish list and post it here for vainitys sake or in the hopes that maybe someone will see it and send me all the things i want. i'm looking at you, anonymous stalkers who acctually care what i think.

it's late and i have to get up at 8 tomorrow,
my sleeping patterns have been really off latley.
i had this really unnerving dream like a week ago and i haven't been able to sleep well since. i've only told one person about it but i really feel like i'm just stuck you know? it's not a fun feeling to have.

i just went back and added puntuation to this post. i feel like i'm really inconsistent with that. one day i'm going to not capitolize and forget a period on a test and i am going to blame it on the internet.

i have 50 blog views. i know all of you internet savy kids are probably scoffing at that but idgaf. i think that's pretty good for not telling anyone i know that this blog even exists, heh. i think it's more of an open diary for myself and anyone else insane enough to read it.

my posts are never cohesive, and i make no attempt to tie them in together, i'm not really that creative. i told some guy about how boring i was the other day as he massaged my thigh idk that probably sounded really weird.

when i go on google it tells me that i'm signed into my aim email when the hell did that happen. i've been constantly having google spell check most of the words i type on here bc i can't spell to save my life and i don't want to let everyone on the internet know that i guess i just did.
goodnight.

how could i forget?

introverted boy
you are not interesting, boy
you think you're intellectual
but no one's talking to you now

i might be an introvert
to you, a shallow fashionista
deep as any paper plate
dressed just like the girl beside you

how could i forget
a waste of cloth
of course, i do remember
on the back deck drunk and awkward
i think we accidently met

i know you've got some place to get to
and i really got to get somewhere
remember when i said
that Vincent had some tickets for me there

how could i forget
a waste of breath
of course, i do remember
all the things you said were pointless
now you go on dropping names























god i love the faint.

hey.

rejection makes you trashy.


trashier.

i don't like this place; i don't like what it's become.

okay when the future president of america is hanging out with that guy you know that we're all going to hell.
JS.












i know this guy who fired people in his workplace that had barack stickers on their cars.
when barack gets elected, he's going to need to cut back majorly on jobs because of all the taxes.
i chuckled.
i hope everyone does that.

fuck gold, she's a platinum digger.

i am so tired right now i can't even begin to tell you. i have no idea why either, some days i just come home and i wanna knock out but i can't because i'm so compulsive. i've never been someone who naps. ever, in my entire life. i honestly just don't get it. you go to sleep when the sun goes down. whether you're tired or not. those are the rules. i could never work a night shift my whole world would be thrown out of proportion.

BTW did anyone see gossip girl last night? i know it's silly but i worship that show. idk, maybe if you watch one tree hill you've caught glimpses of it. it's not much of a show to provoke intellectual thought but what on TV is anymore anyway. i was reading an article somewhere about how girls who watch sexually charged tv are like twice as likely to become pregnant. i was kind of surprised by that tbh. i'd think girls who watch alot of adult television are the kind who normally wouldn't do that sort of thing in real life and get their fix off technology. isn't that the foundation of the internet anway? what is the world turning into.
well anyway at the end of the episode jenny (taylor momsen) finally takes all her damn eyeliner off and she looks about 23456789 x's better. honestly words do not describe what bad fringe and eyeliner can turn kids into. let that be a lesson to you, future parents of america.

this guy i know is finally ignoring me. about time imo. even though the taste of my own medicne is a little bittersweet.

1000 words

another boring friday night. heh,
in my defense i woke up this morning really sick so i decided to skip all the partying i usually do on fridays.
no i'm kidding i'm really a terrible fake paris hilton.

OKAY well i'd just like to point out that i baked (i.e. bought) cupcakes for my teacher yesterday because she has like a rough job and everyone abuses the situation but yeah she wasen't even here today because she got into a car accident and i was more worried about what the hell i was going to do with the damn cupcakes how sad is that.
i'm pretty sure she's fine though.

and there's been like no drastic life altering changes in my life since i started this blog and i'll admit, it's a little disappointing because the only blogs worth reading are the ones that go on about how they just found out that their boyfriend was hooking up with their bestfriend behind the scenes and their grandfather is part of the mafia.

OH and even though it's pretty late in the game i'd just like to say my mom about had a coronary last week, or was the 2 weeks ago? when obama won.
idk i just kind of feel like the world is slowly slipping into a perpetual spiral of moral decay and marxism anyway but hey who cares what i think.

some guy asked me to sing to him today and it reminded me that i haven't heard the sound of my own voice in a while.
i'm starting to bore myself.

i've got a problem; you've got everything.

blah. haven't updated in forever.
more content now with my life, a little. i guess.
heh.
i bought a homecoming dress. it's really gorgeous but i'm just going with my friend. i know, silly right?
it could be worse i guess. eh.
and for anyone wondering it's not one of those tafetta pleated beaded hot messes like every other teenage girl wears with her hooker shoes.
i have a picture but i took it with my sidekick and it's pretty horrible quality.
it's from a little boutique by my house, it's black btw, which i never thought i would do. but i promise it's really adorable. haha.

i've also been really obessed with chictopia.com latley. i promise you hipsters are taking over the world.

if anyone notices how much i'm trying to be megan fox in my default, or whatever you call it on this site, i applaud you.
i wish my natural hair was longer so i could rip these damn extentions out.
they're really starting to bother me right now i have no idea.


i need some ankle boots.

this seemed like a good idea at the time.

maybe i'm just not that interesting.

i watched the last half of the debates last night.
i am so sick of people talking shit about palin, really.
just because she's a vpilf everyone assumes she must be an airhead.
it's like the whole country is in high school or something.
guess what? she's supports her family. she dosen't fucking kill her kids. even though they could pose a challenge for her as a parent in raising them. she's a geniune person. sorry she's not getting sworn into office while her kids are on their death bed, i guess she's just not political enough, right biden?
and all the democrats do is whine about equality for all colors genders sexual orientations blah blah blah.
that's like their whole damn shtick with barack.
i guess that rule only applys to people with views like yourself, yeah?
sarah palin isn't a woman. she's a moose eating non aborting spitual attractive alien.
god forbid.

creation.

so here i am. making a blog at 10:52 on a school night because i've set my goal of getting to bed by 11versus studying more for my history quiz on a map of china/india/japan tomorrow. (btw, how practical is that, really?)
uh. i think i decided to make this because everyone else has one and without a blog i'll never be a respected member of the interwebz ~*~*
no, i'm just kidding. i guess it would just be more theraputic for me to get all my thoughts out in one place. rants, really. i love sharing my biased opinions with people.
i'm not going to blog about fashion, or cinema much, or blahblahblah.
i love fashion just as much as the next girl, but i don't pay attention to runway/fashion week, things like that. i've thought about it a lot, really. a bunch of 40 something new york socialites dictating what's classy, and what's not. who are they to tell me what i can and can't name drop? do they have cute guys around them all the time, or do i?
i bet you guessed where that quote came from. either way. i guess this is the part where i write some pointless facts about myself. i'm really terrible at those things. i'll try it tomorrow.
it's 10:57 now, in case you were wondering. i might even make my goal.