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i want my hair cut just like this

i hate bears

would it be poor form to tell you all that i get 98% of my opinions, political or otherwise, from stephen colbert???

tehehe, i love you you lil' tortured soul

you're walking on my patience

i didn't kill myself today, i'd like to think that's a huge accomplishment!!!

i love your company

i got an iphone today, tehehe. my dad kept trying to guilt trip me out of buying it. being the spite filled little teenager that i am, i only wanted to buy it more everytime my dad expressed his hatred of apple and pointed out that microsoft holds 95% of "the stock." (is that even relevant to me???? i'm buying an iphone not a macbook.) i had a sk3 and it was always pretty good to me, but i was getting really tired of it. i kept it for a year and 6 months, which i think is alright. most people trade up before then, right? i don't ask for a lot. i'm not looking to justify the mildly rediculous purchase i made today, but i really don't. it's surprising now that i think on it. clothes are basically all i ever buy. and all the clothes i buy are on sale. i didn't ask for anything for christmas. half of it was because i am too much of a preoccupied jerk to be bothered with the 10 or so minutes it would have taken for me to reflect and come up with a "list," and i'm pretty sure the other half was because had i made a list, that would have meant i would have gotten my hopes up for everything on it. i have a huge fear of rejection, it's almost bizarre. i laid in bed until 11 on christmas morning. when i went downstairs i tried to do so really quietly and open all the stuff i got without waking anyone up. my dad was already down there and i could have cried. i didn't want anyone to see me open anything because i didn't want my parents to see the disappointment on my face and feel like it was their fault, because it wasen't. it's just how i am. when i read this post back i know that i am going to sound like a melodramatic ~*tortured soul*~ but it's the truth. and i guess that's what this blog was intended for in the first place.

if only i were 35

i like parentheses

there's something really funny about me. i'm just about as hard core of a conservative as 15 year olds get to the right. (my friend told me she saw my "bestie" anne colter on tv the other day and she had to tell me about it.) but i probably listen to way more liberal media then 97% of the kiddy liberal population. which isn't saying much, but hey, it's something. my dad is retired, and i am far too much of a lazy ass to get my permit. (my grandmother never learned to drive and she turned into a just fine individual. i think there is something cute about having someone else drive you places.) so my dad usually takes me everywhere. which i have no problem with, i think i've always gotten along really well with my dad. he is a registered ~*independent*~ so i listen to NPR every car ride. i just got back from santa monica, which is a 2 hour total drive. that's 2 out of the 12 or so hours i spend awake a day, thus, 1/6 of my day listening to extreme left media. my mom is a rock solid conservative and she can't listen to more then 7 minutes of NPR without threatening to commit suicide. with the inauguration so close, it's turning into much more of a "let's cannonize obama" show now, but on a regular basis, it's not so bad. it's nice to hear both sides every once in a while. to "keep your options open" rather cementing yourself entirley to anything. i don't hate liberals. (i do however, hate canada. see earlier posts) i don't think i've ever been an elitest. i am made of the same muscle tissues and red blood cells that everyone else is (hopefully) and i am full of just as much potential win as everyone else (i just act on it much more often) that's not to say, i don't think my opinions are better than yours. they are. if i didn't feel that way, they wouldn't be my opinions. but as far as things go, i can sit down at trump golf course and have a 42 dollar steak, and have a carnita lunch in east LA the next day for 4.99. i don't really know what that kind of a person is classified as, but it's alright with me.

pure class

i think i would burst into tears if i saw someone walking down the street like this.


i'm going to a country club tonight. how waspy of me.
i have the sudden urge to put on some argyle and knee highs.


my mom was in my room as i mindlessly browsed the internet. i showed her this marchesa dress i liked and she asked me how much it was. which implied she actually would consider buying it for me or she has no idea what something like that entitles.


my mom is cute.

that's your life but who the fuck's your president?

finals are going to be the death of me.

i completley overuse the phrase "i am going to kill myself." one day something traumatic is going to happen to me and i'm going to think to myself "i should really stop saying this, god's getting me back." but i won't do it anyway. because i'm a stubborn little bitch who thinks i can do no wrong. i know that's not healthy.

i'm really critical of who i hang around with. i'm probably too critical. i think i find fault in everything, and i psychoanalyze and read into everyone. and then there's the people who are just 2 dimensional. there's nothing to read, they're about one thing and i'd like nothing more then to shoot them in the face because they have no value in society other then increasing welfare and putting their 6 kids through the public school system and thus raising the taxes i will be forced to pay because they are such idiots. i will not be happy until everyone in america is in the top one percent, and all the people i don't like are shipped over to canada or something, so i can hate them all collectively .

everyone who doesn't know me says they think i'm really mean. i don't know how true that is, my friend told me her sister was in love with me but was afraid to talk to me because she was so intimidated. i don't know if i really come off that way. it's hard controling your impression on people. i think there's some things you can't change. there is an aura around everyone. i guess the 1% of optimist in me looks at this thinking that at least it allows me to be more selective with the people who are closer to me.

maybe i'm just that misunderstood little girl that i always envisioned being when i was 7.
i think i'm just a jerk.

i really hate canadians.

that's all.

how embarassing,

s0o0o0o, i finally caved and did an outfit post. now everyone on the internet knows that i dress like a 40 year old woman, how sad. icyww, the skirts from american apperal, the top & bag are from anthropologie, the tights & belt are from banana republic, and the boots are probably from nordstrom? i got them for christmas, so i'm not sure, i'll have to ask my mom. hahaha. the lighting in my house is terrible btw. especially after dark, sorrrrry.
i'd do more of these but i'd probably bore you all, i dress the same way all the time. plus, it's absolute hell trying to get the photos up here.