OOOOOOOOOHH DARN IT! I'm still pissed at The Bitch Without Name, i.e TiTi. I even painted my nails pink and black, alternating. SCREW what she thinks, I like pink and that's final! It doesn't make me a prep! It just makes me capable of kicking your fat ass! (TiTi) Not that she's fat. Or that I would actually do that. Or that the sentence even makes sense. But that's life, is it not?
Oh man, I feel like a total loser, typing away on this loserish blog with no one to read it (except probably Mom, who is even now sitting in her office, chuckling in spite)
Hmm, Pomegranate made a very odd sound, sort of like it wanted to die, but it lacked the proper appliances, so it was just sort of collapsing on it's feet. I swear! I didn't touch it! It wasn't me! *Crash*
No, I know I break 99% of everything that gets broken in the house, but I'm not a ditz! Seriously! I have da skillz, man. Skillz enough to get slammed by Ms. Pathetic Cow. Lovely.
But really! Why the heck is Jade hanging out with Robot and Hydrochloric Acid anyways? I would think she would have enough problems of her own, what with her love life (always unrequited) and her parents. (Heck NO you voyeur! I am NOT spilling my best friend's personal life all over the web! Shut UP!) I mean, does she need to make it worse for herself by going out with Meanie and Unfeelie? Very odd. Very odd indeed. Oh, and when you consider the rest of her gang, you might actually think that Zac and me are the most normal of all of them! Like, for example, Mr. Bi Boy. He... um... likes Zac. End of story. Actually, more than that, because parts of the story are trés trés amusante. Like when Zac snuck into the school with him, and everyone assumed they were together. Or when we went to her party, and he couldn't keep his eyes off The Brother Of Woes. (At least he's in woe right now, judging from the groans emitting from his bedroom) (and when I can hear them a house away, that's pretty woeful). But seriously folks... I am so totally hoping that Mr. Bi Boy and Little Miss Sunshine (NOT) won't come with us for New Years! What would you do, stuck in a guzzle-bus between a trash talking sleaze and Flirty McGay? I think I would die, that's what I would do. NO Kitty you CANNOT have the computer! I'll quit when I'm good and ready! (There goes Pomegranate again. Maybe she is dying, as we bought her at a yard sale yesterday, for apparently quite cheap.) Shoot! I still need to ask Mom if I can frickin GO to New Years! Jade'll be pissed if I don't ask...Hmm...but I need to soon, or New Years'll be over before I can open my mouth. I'm half hoping I can't go, actually. I don't wanna hang out with the candidates for The Addam's Family! Why would I like that? And, of course, Jade will be slamming on Zac (someone should tell her that's not how to get a guy!) like always, and he'll come home pissed and depressed. Lovely. Maybe Mom and Dad will say no.
Oh, great, here comes the dad himself, wanting to watch some crappy vid on Youtube! If I know him, it's about how to do an effective crotch grab in street fighting, set to the tune of Yankee Doodle by Ron Paul himself. And no, Dad isn't a perv or anything, he just likes martial arts. Which may come to the same thing.
But as I was saying....
I don't know!
We have had lots of perfromances, or "gigs" as Mom so charmingly calls them, in the past week or so. Yesterday I even got to sing I Wonder As I Wander! My first vocal performance! Woot! Helloooooo Hollywood! The only catch> The only people attending the concert were the ones who were actually performing, thereby making the chance of a talent scout being there fairly small, although two people (singers!!!!!) did say I had a "beautiful" voice and they "enjoyed it very much". Well! Sweetie! Here comes the red carrrrpet!
Oh yeah, one of the guinea pigs had a baby. We can't figure out whose it is, though.
It's brown and black. Muy adorable.
Like The Puppy.
Who I won't get to see until January.
Crud.
KITTY, GO AWAY!
I thought I had some other news too... Wellep, we got a tree. It's about on par with Charlie Brown's. Don't you envy me?
Oh yeah, now I remember my newsy news! I got into Annie's Mailbox with my letter about what to do with an abusive boyfriend fifteen hundred miles away! It's called, "Didn't Mean To Two Time". Don't you love how I used old fashioned language there? I think it's sooooooo good! *pats self on back.* Mwah! Air kiss! Air kiss! Kiis FM on air! ♥
I guess that's enough TiTi bashing for today. I'll update later, when I can.
See you in college! (presumably I'll have my own pink macbook by then.)
xoxoxo~♥~
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