Christmas was soooooooo fun!!!! I got two goooooooooood pressies! Unfortunately, the rest of them weren't all that great. But these two should make up for that. Guess what they were? A iPod touch and a new cell phone!!!!! Uwahhhh! We so rich! Actually, no, Mom got the ipod free with her laptop at work, and Halmoni got the phones for us. And I
do have to share it with everyone after all. But Dad and Mom got their own ones... And anyways, it
is a picture phone! I'm soooooo happy! I also got some manga. So did Kitty. Zac, the Enlightned One, got a gray and white book, entiteld "Practical Economics In One Lesson" by some dude whos name I can't pronounce. Woooowwwww.... They don't call him a nerdy turdy for nothing...
Oh crap, I still have to ask Mom if I can go to Little Tokyo for New Years with Jade!!!!! Darn! I don't wanna hang out with The Goose Girl and Little Boy Bi!!!! What if I have to go and sit next to them and Jade thinks I should get to know TiTi better or some absolute crap like that so she sends me off with her and Mr. Gay and I have to put up with them the whole day and then I meet a really cute guy and he doesn't want to fall in lurrrrrve with me because of them oh CRUD they're worse than my freaky PARENTS!!!!!
Darn! I'mma just tell her Mom said no.
But what if that Dissapoints Her Beyond Words? What will I do then? I don't want to be responsible for depression! Especially since I'm not responsible for too much else! Hmmm.... Should I just go on and ask then? Or should I wait until the absolute last minni like I did with her party? I forgot, and when Jade mentioned it the day before, Mom flipped. She did let me go, though. Hmmmm....Maybe I can tell her Mom is thinking about it, and then tell Mom. Then Mom really will think about it, and she won't make up her mind until the day of! What this would accomplish, I'm not quite sure, but it would be better than...
DARN! I'm totally getting the Cold Sick Lump in my stomach thinking about going! I only get that when something really totally sucks beyond words! Like freaky W.W, or Princess Charming TiTi. I guess....I shouldn't go? Or should I? I'm getting bad vibes. YAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Did I just say "Vibes"? BEYOND lame! EW! Anyways. Mom and Dad (and Zac) don't appear to like Jade much. I mean, Mom thinks she's ok, and Dad doesn't care one way or the other, but Zac dislikes her baaaaaad, which may have something to do with the fact that she knows his weak points and always takes advantage of them. Which is not nice. Nor does it promote romance for either party. I mean, girl! Can't you conceal your crush any better? Not that she likes him anymore, but you know, she used to, which were sad days for me, indeed. Neither one would talk to me when we all hung out. I don't think he liked her, though. I mean, he used to like Cassidy Maler, and they're about as opposite as possible! I'm not saying Jade is a bad person, I'm just saying they're different. She never wears skirts, and Cassidy never wears pants. Jade is soooooo into her school (even though she's not a prep) (EWWWW I now despise that word) and Cass is homeschooled. Cass is involved in everything (at least everything that's useful, she and her brother both, as Mom says, how can there be an event in town, not involving the Maler's?) and Jade... I feel bad sayong it, but she's kind of on the outside. So they're quite different. I wonder which one will get the guy? Hmmmmm.... In manga, it would be the tough one, namely Jade, but in real life, I don't know.... And he did like Cassidy.
Oh, and speaking of lurrrrrrve! What about my love life? When the heck will I get a boyfriend? (I know, frumpy, but at least I didn't say "when in the world?") (Sungmin says that, though.) Today, as I was wearing a frumpi, nonmatching shawl over my dress (I knowww, so OUT! But Mom made me wear it), I ran into ♥♥Roman♥♥ and Austin, two cuties from Church Orch. Austin waved and said hi, Roman didn't. And he's the one I have a crush on! Although, he did smile and look my way a bit... Whyohwhyohwhyohwhy must all my crushes be so darn THICK?????!!!! None of them respond to my flirting, and yet total strangers do. Maybe it's my haircut. Maybe it attracts boys, and then sends them away. It is freakin ugly. Or maybe it's The Slut Campaign at work. See, because of Ilene (and people like her) and TiTi (and "people" like her) I've started what I call the Slut Campaign to bring honor to homeschoolers. I feel really awkward around everyone, because of frickin homeschooling, so I've started dressing like a Barbie doll to... eh, well, I don't know, but I think it helps you. Or me. Or whatever. It shows that even if I'm as lush as a field of clover, at least I'm not a nerdy turdy little homeschooler. I'm just flirty.
And dirty. I think it's ok, isn't it? I mean, this homeschool thing, it's my own damn fault! I should have kicked up a fuss long ago and forced Mom and Dad to send me to school. Or, failing that, I could have made up elaborate stories about the private school I attend, one with the creme de la creme crying at the doors trying to get on the loooooooooong waiting list. I could have even pretended to be like this with some Celeb'Kids! But noooooo.... Thinking that honesty is indeed the best policy, I told everyone where I actually live and die, and now, being good little citizens, they shy away from the girl under house arrest. It's frickin STUPID! I mean, we're all freakin PEOPLE, right? Why do we have to treat other people differently just because they don't look or act like you? Why do preps get judged more than sluts? Or, why do sluts get judjed more than preps? It's not fair! We should just try to...er.... love each other....
Or, I don't know, all get together and snort crack or something! We just need to be accepted the way we are! Woah, where did that come from? I didn't mean to go give a profound-zen-get-together-and-hug speech! I... uh....
Ok. Anyways. Yes. As we were saying. If I get kidnapped or raped or something, as a result of dressing like an overcooked tart, I'll cry out with every breath as I issue my restraining order (which may prove difficult to do) "It's all because I'm homeschooled! It's all because I'm homeschooled!" And it is. Because, since I can't belong, I might as well be strong! Right! Not that being strong generally involves dressing like a teenage Pussycat Doll, but you know, to each her own. It may improve my self-esteem. I don't yet know.
Oh, but should I cake on the makeup too? Or should I just go with the traditional apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, etcetera? Maybe a bit of lipstick and some mascara... and since we're on the subject, some eyeshadow couldn't really hurt, could it? And maybe some gloss over the lipstick to make it prettier? Even sluts have to look nice, you know. How else do they get the tickets to their cock fights?
Ooooohh, speaking of that! One time Sungmin said, "Ok! Mount your stallion!" And I just was standing their going, "er. Oh. Um. Ok." Vair, vair funny.
Ok, back on subject. (Since Mom is in the kitch having a snackie, I don't dare let up typing for a minute, lest she come to see. Then, I could just hide it. She does know about the other blog, which is why I started this one, but if she suspects I got a new one....
I made a new email to go with it, so that she won't find it by checking my old email for me, which she sometimes does, but I think she could easily find it in history, which is why I log out each time. For further safety, I changed my login password too. It really was dumb to start up my other blog on the same email address. Of course she'd find it! I am such an idiot! An idiot with helicoptor parents. Or, to be accurate, parent. Dad doesn't give a rat's ass what I do, as long as it doesn't involve him in any way. Or, involve skimpy clothing... Or makeup... Hmm. The Slut Campaign may have a hard time continuing.
Oh well, at any rate, if Mom finds this blog, I may confront her. Or... Oh, heck, who cares. She's my mom. I'll just make a new blog and a new email address. You have to take care of parents, you know. Not let them get hurt or embarrassed, because if they do, who are they gonna turn to? They don't have the Tough Skin Of Youth, right? They just have the Psychologists Of Middle Age. Oh, and that makes me think of something else! I think adults get so depressed because they finally have their dreams! All your life, you know, you're looking forward to your dreams, whatever they are, like, a new house, or a bf, whatever. And then, you get it, so you don't have anything to look forward to anymore, so you lose your hope, and you get depressed, even though you have what you wanted in the first place! It's weird, isn't it? But I think it's true. Doesn't it seem like the happiest people are still waiting for something? Like, maybe they're engaged, or they're (ick) preggie, or they have a new job... you know. But then, after you get your dreams, you fall apart and spend all your hard earned cash on the psychologists. It's so stupid! We should just find something to look forward to about each day! Then we can be happier, can't we? Or we could look forward to going to heaven at the end. Although I know lots of Christians who look forward to that and they're still depressed. Wonder why? It seems like it should be the best thing....?
Cruddy wuddy muffin studdy, we have a fxckin gig tonight at the frickin Geezer Mansion! I don't wanna go! I'll get all infected with Geezer-itis! And Zac is gonna play cello.
I'd rather sit around philosophizing all night...
Wait... philosophying... I am SO hoping Mom doesn't see this now!!!!!!
xoxoxoxo~♥~