She's now listening to When i Grow Up, and even though I lurve the song, I'm going to listen to my own music, namely Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) by Lady GaGa. It's the only one of her songs I like. The rest of them are just really irritating for some reason. Dunno why...Kitty likes her. But anyways, as I was not saying, today is bound to be another spectacularly borink day. Oh joy and delight. If you read my diary (which you had better not, on pain of death, but if you did) all you'd see for several days would be a steady stream of haiku denouncing boring days to the death. Soooooo not Anne Frank. But then again, I never claimed to be Anne Frank, even though we are roughly the same age. For one thing, I do not have a boyfriend. For another thing, I am not Polish, also to the best of my knowledge, I'm not currently housing with a variety of dysfunctional people who all are out to get me, more or less. But other than that, am I not identical? No, I am not. Correct answer, dear.
I sooooo hate boringness. That's why I want to go to a public high school, so I won't have to face daily tedium and mortification. Another point is that I actually want to graduate from college, and this is difficult when one is under house arrest until age eighteen. Another point (the most important) is that I want a boyfriend and I want to go to the prom! Call me shallow, but I want to dress up like Cinderella and go to the ball. Maybe I'll even find Prince Charming! ♥
Seriously, in Goodwill (sooooo chic, I know!) I saw this gorgiousioso burnt orange strapless gown that was soooooooooo me! I lurrrrrrved it to death! It looked good on me, even though I usually look horrible in orange. It had this swirly skirt! And, it was made out of the silkiest silk evaaaaaa! I lurrved it! And I...didn't get it. Crud. Welcome to my life.
Probably some highly dysfunctional four year old has bought it by now to make a smock for art class. Or maybe some John Bitch (eh. Birch. My bad.) inspired house wife has brought it home to make curtains for the front parlor windows. (What the heck is a parlor anyways?)
Waaaahhhhh! I'm crying!
Oh well, who cares. Plenty of Gucci out there. (Gucci! Ha! Oh, I'm so funny. So funny I forgot to laugh.)
Even though it must suck to have a jerk boyfriend, still you're lucky you have someone at all. I still await my first kiss. And you know who should give it to me? Yes, you're right! My darling Puppy! He has to! Maybe at the end of the concert, he'll come over and tell me that he truly loves me deep in his heart and he wants to be my boyfriend! ♥ Uwah! Kyah! Chihuahua! I'mma get a bf!!!!! ♥
Sungmin, shut up. Thou art a brat of the highest standing.
Oh wonderful, Zac forgot when his lesson was and missed half of it so is now riding as fast as possible to campus with his violin on his bike. (I don't mean that his violin is riding, just that he has it). This is indeed the mind of Zac.
Crud, we have nothing to do today! Boring! Boring! Boring! This also means Kitty will be watching inordinate amounts of Bleach and Sailor Moon on Youtube. Lovely, my sister is a music videot. (Although, they're not really music videos persay...) (And, if you really want to go into detail, I guess I would be somewhat of a music videot as well, but let's ignore that for the present, shall we?) Awww! The video for Right Here (Departed) is so nice!
Oh, there's one fig left. I must so kindly and thoughtfully eat it so it doesn't go to waste.
These days are as boring as summer, the only difference being that I like summer. I like winter too, but it's so darn boring! Crud!
On the bright side, Halmoni came over with blueberry cheesecake. I've already eaten three pieces, so today isn't entirely a waste.
xoxoxo~♥~
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