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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.