jade made me say hi to roman

Let's see... what did we do today.
1. (almost) got humiliated
2. had to talk to a jerk (and a perv)
3. had to be critisized non-stop for three hours, and
4. had to wear hid-ee-oos clothes for those self same three hours.
Joyful day.
At least my hair is shiny from the new pomegranate sorbet shampoo.
Not that anyone notice.
Notices, that should be.
Oh yeah, you know yesterday's blog post? Did you notice how it kind of had no html and no paragraphs? That was because mr. stoopid idiot blogger gmail google manager wrecked like two of my htmls, so I erased all of them without finding out what was wrong. Now it looks bad. Crud.
Jade is trying to get Zac to go to her birthday party at the mall in March. (Isn't it a bit early to be planning this?) She, apparently, wants to humiliate him in front of her friends. Can you see why Zac wishes to abstain from this noble outing? He liketh not the Abercrombie And Bitch. (I don't either! It's so preppy!!!! Same with Ralph Lauren! EW) Anyways. So, she wants me and Kitty to come instead. Poor Kitty gets to be babied by a whole bunch of high school students and a mom. (and a dad.) I'm sure she'll enjoy this.... muwahahaha! I am SO hoping Miss Girl Dog doesn't deign to grace us with her unpleasance. If she does, I'll have to pull out all my cheap shots, such as, "Oh, I loooove the way you do your hair! Do you use Crisco, or margarine?" or "If you repeat a grade, do you have to wear all the fashions from that last year too?" or even, "I once knew someone exactly like you, dear! It was, um, let me see. Yes, it was the cow at the petting zoo!" Buttttttt, that would hurt her heart. And make her cry. And other things. Good. No, I'm kidding. Maybe the poor girl is such a bitch because no one has ever been nice to her before! Maybe I should be all Torhu and give her homemade cookies and a manicure!
Me: TiiiiiTiiiiiii!!!! Hiiiiiii!
TiTi: Ewwww, what are you saying, loser?
Me: It's nice to see you again! What's up?
TiTi: Obviously, you.
Me: Huh? (perky)
TiTi: You're obviously high. I hate you, and you hate me. What is there left to say?
Me: Oh, I'm sorry! Did you have a rough day? *hug* Let me make you some tea! *pulls out teapot and a stove right in the middle of the crowded mall)
TiTi: EW! I HATE tea! I only drink Draino!
Me: Oh! let me fix you up a niiiice glass of that, then!
TiTi: You drink it yourself, you loser!
Me: I'm so sorry you feel that way! Would you like some cookies?
TiTi: The only cookies I ever associate with are on the Google search engine! Shut the hell up!
Me: Google! I love that! What do you look up?
TiTi: (who looks up gay porn) Er, um, nunnayerbiznatch, loser!
Me: Hahahaha! (laugh)
TiTi: Now what are you laughing at?
Me: Oh, I'm sorry!
TiTi: You should be!
Me: Ok, if you say so!
*cute guy comes out without TiTi noticing)
TiTi: I DO say so! You're such a fucking nerd! Why are you so NICE! I hate you! Go die!
Cute guy: shut the fuck up, wannabe.
TiTi: What!
Cute guy: Shut the fuck up, wannabe.
TiTi: What!
Cute guy: Shut the fu-
TiTi: I HEARD YOU! Why are you picking on me!
Cute guy: Because you're being a douchebag.
TiTi: Am not!
Cute guy: Yes, you are. How do you think you're making Jasmine feel?
Me: Hey, I don't mind.
Cute guy: Yes you do. Quit being so freakin nice!
TiTi: WELL I NEVER! (flounces out, presumably to indulge in some top-of-the-line Draino)
Cute guy: What's up, Jas? Wanna go out with me again? Or do you still have your memories arased?
Me: Nope! I remember you now!
(kiss)
(curtain)
OOps, that was a bit longer than nessacary. But oh well. Who cares. I just hope TiTi The Asshole Of The Wannabes doesn't come. She would make it less of a party and more of a... ok, there has to be a clever slogan to put here.
...
Oh whatever. Let's just say TiTi puts the ass in aspirin and leave it at that. Aspirin, OD that is.
Nyah.
My concert is tomorrow. Woooo! I'm so... happy.... Not really, actually. Who do I hang out with, besides The Rainbow Girls and the Jasmine Haters Of America? The puppy? He did say hi to me. Or I can talk to.... random people....
Ah, heck. I think I'll just go play on the elevators and get chewed out by oncoming concert goers. "My! What a cute little girl! But aren't you supposed to be in the green room, dearie?" "JASMINE! GET BACK IN THE GREEN ROOM! WE WILL TALK LATER!" Me: Yes ma'am! *runs away fast*
As you can see, it will be a great adventure. Almost as fun as the time I dropped a brick of frozen tofu on my toes.
Crud, Mom's up. G2g!
Byebye!
xoxoxo~♥~

i sound retarded here

Darn it, I never get to blog!!! Ok, so, um, last time I was in the library at USC. How did I get there, you may ask? Well, obviously, I walked, as I can't yet drive a car (or anything else for that matter). But, as to how I ended up in LA, that was a gross oversite on Zac's part. Zac thought I needed to go to rehearsal with him so I could help him with his quartet. (See, the second violinist couldn't come, because he was on tour or something, so I had to stnad in. Who is this second violinist, you may ask? Well, his name begins with T and ends with Homas. Also, his dad is coming over today, ugh. I think he's a perv too, but I can't be sure.) Um, where was I? Oh yeah. So I had to go with Zac, who was apparently unaware of the fact that not only was no one coming to his all important rehearsal, it also meant that I had to go to LA with him for his Aspen audition at USC. Yipes! (as says Genius Boy Sungmin) Thomas's dad is here to pick up music! I had to close the Youtube window for Crush without finishing the song! Darn! Anyyyyyywayyyy as I was saaaaayin... So we had to wander around the campus all day, which was extremely boring and embarassing, although we did buy some California rolls. (they were really expensive, too, and we only got eight. Students must be either ridiculously rich, or broke.) We also got some el disgusto Blueberry B Monster juice that Dad insisted we glug down as much as possible of. It was soooo gross. Anyway, then I had to go to Claremont, and then that's it. W/e, right? I had orchestra yesterday, for the dress rehearsal. It was in Bridges. It was also excruciating. Kelsey and Ilene stared their hearts out, as did the assistant principal cellist, and Alia, who, it seems, has been initiated into the I-Hate-Jasmine Club. Also, some other girls. Why the heck? Do I have "Gay person, please stare" written on my butt? Although that might not show as I'm generally sitting down. And I'm not gay. But other than that small minor detail. So, basically everyone loves to stare at me. Even my friends. They're sitting there in orchestra watching me like I'm David Archuleta's latest music video (although they're not quite drooling yet). Very annoying. What do I do at the concert (which is on Sunday)? Who do I hang out with in the green room? Am I supposed to crossdress and kiss all the girls and like the taste of their cherry chapstick? Or am I supposed to be the one who gets kissed? (My chapstick is marshmellow/vanilla flavored, though, and I hardly ever use it)(I do like to wear cherry lip gloss, though) Anyways, so I'm all worried about the concert, like, who do I hang out with? And what if W.W tries to follow me around and poke me some more? Then do I have permission to kick him in the nuts? Please say yes... or what do I do if Kelsey up and confesses her love for me? Then do I have permission to run over and kiss the first boy I see? Especially if he's *giggle*.... Oh, speaking of him, yesterday, he walked into the green room, smiling, as cute as they come, and waved to me! So darn adorable!!!! I'm sooooooo in l♥ve! I mean, the way his face looked when he said hi! And usually boys don't say hi to me (Although they sometimes do) unless I say hi to them first! And my crushes never have! What's gonna happen? Life is such a big adventure! It's so exciting! I can't wait to see what will happen next! Even if it sucks, sometimes, it's still so fun I can't wait for everything. Cause if it didn't suck sometimes, it wouldn't be life, and also it wouldn't make you appreciate everything you do have. Like, you would think everything good was just normal and everything normal was bad. So if you sometimes have bad days, it makes you have good days! ♥ Oh, and another philisophical thought for the day. "Stay down, darling! Let the dick do it's work!" *giant dick comes down from the sky and defeats the monster* The Dream Team: Bob: the tough guy John: the normal guy Mary: the magical girl Tom: the other guy Head: the dick. Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other dicks. "Stay back, dick! This is my fight!" (or) "Stay back! This is the dick's fight!" "We're saved! It's the dick!" *giant dick appears and leads everyone to freedom* "How much is this dress?" "Only four dicks." "Oh, that's cheap! Ok!" *Pulls out four dicks from purse* Aaaaaahhhhhh I have such a dirty mind! But it's funny, isn't it? Especially the dick fight! Whenever I think about it, I laugh a lot. People must wonder why. But it's just so funny! Nyaaaahhhh! I have a violin lesson at two today. Should I be going to get ready now? No, I don't want to. I just want to listen to Prima J. (I think I like them a little more than Paramore, now, and TiTi can go do herself a favor without the favor.) (Or, wait, I bet TiTi actually listens to Leona Lewis or something! Or maybe Coldplay. Or maybe.... t.A.T.u? I mean, it describes her perfectly. She's so gay and she don't even like girls. Nyah! If she calls me a loser again, I am calling her a cow! I don't care what you say! TiTi: Ohhhhhh, look, Jade! It's your loser friend! Hi loser! Me: Hi TiTi! (sarcastically fake cheerful) TiTi: Ew! Look at your top! I didn't know preps came slutty! Me: I didn't know wannabes came emo! I thought they were all, like, y'know, sucking up to the head cheerleaders, or something! TiTi: Oh! (spontaneously combusts) Nyaaaah I am such a nasty person. Still, it's not like I actually said that. It's just that I plan to. Or I could call her Sabrina The Teenage Bitch. (Which she probably watches) Whatever I do, it shall be good. And I shall tell you about it. Nyah!
xoxoxo~♥~

wow!

I'm in the library at USC! Wow I'm impressed at myself! I better, go though-I TOTALLY stick out! Cya!

xoxoxo~♥~

sorry last time i had to publish without adding anything as mom suddenly showed up

I knwo you're supposed to have several different passwords, but.... *reised vains popping out everywhere* I have five or six different passwords, all for different things, and all of them are totally random! I really should make a keychain soon! Although, I do sort of have one, that is, I wrote them all down in my log in, but... Why the heck am I sharing this information? Get lost you creeps! I am SO not telling you the password to my Facebook so you can get in there and fill it with porn! (That happened to one of Zac's friends. The poor boy was so distressed he could hardly see straight! Actually, that's really cute. I would consider getting with him if he were'nt butt ugly.)

Kitty has her concert today. For some reason, those in power, i.e the leaders of all our different orchestras, seem to think that the closer our concerts are together, the better. Last year the were one day after another. Mine is last in the succession, which means that by the time it rolls around, no one is paying any attention in the slightest, which is ok with me, because I'm not really sure why anyone would want to listen to classical music anyway. I mean, except for in movies and for use as an alarm clock, or whatever. Although I use 102.7 or 105.9 for an alarm clock (when I use one, which is not all that often). Kiis FM is the best radio station! Although I like Power 106 (where hip hop LIVES) too! And 104.3 sometimes plays Pocketful Of Sunshine! ♥

I wonder what's going to happen today! Well, obviously, the concert, but that leaves a lot of room for possibilities. Anything could happen! That's why life is so much fun! *giggles*

This blog, I have just realized, is extremely disorganized and crazy immature. Much like my mind at times. If I published it into a book, do you think it would become a classic in a hundred years? Maybe? Although I do cuss and talk about gay people. Maybe not, then... But if I ever died, and all I left in my will was the adress to this blog, what do you think everyone would do? (Eeeesh, why am I talking to you like you're a person?) Would they weep and bemoan the fact that they weren't nicer to me? Would they weep and bemoan the fact that they weren't meaner to me? No one knows.

NOO! I just erased something! I should never have to do that! This is my blog, and I will write what I want, when I want. There should be no exceptions. i will write whatever is in my mind at the time, even if it is a discourse on the impractibility of crystal balls (how would you pee?) or a monologue on doing it on the beach (people will be pointing and staring! Like in Closer! (was it Closer?) Very gross!)

Ok, then, now that that is cleared up!

I painted my nails on Tuesday. One thing thou must always know about me is that for two years now, my toenails are always painted. I don't know why this is... but every time I get tired of the color, or it starts peeling off too bad, I switch it to a different one. Now I started painting my fingernails, too, in an effort to stop biting them. It worked very well. Now I just chew my cuticles. Anyways, I love the color. It's all bright, juicy, cherry-pie red! Its so HAWT! And my nails are really short, so my hands look like Christina Aguilera. Did I already say that? Yeah, I must have. Oooopsie. My bad.

Spellcheck is now, and officially off.

This blog is laaaaaaaame.

But at least I haven't mentioned Milk Cow Black (oopsie, I mean TiTi) in a while. Go me. Yay.

xoxoxo~♥~

Holla at me.....

No, I'm kidding, and please don't. It's very demeaning and misogynistic. And it's the sort of thing Akon would do. (I mean that he would holla at someone, not that someone would holla at him. Although they might. One can never be sure when about anything concerning Akon.)

Sungmin is being soooooooo annoying! I decided I wanted to play a computer game, so I quietly came downstairs, turned off the sound, and started it up. Almost as soon as I had set the controls, Little Bratface came running over (even though he had been upstairs almost a second ago) and started asking if he could play too. Therefore, I had to quit it and call him a brat. Duh. Now our little genius is asking how to open a macadamia nut. (I think he is a macadamia nut, but that's beside the point) How can he, when the hammer is in the garage? What do you do in such a situation? Honestly....

Kitty and me went to talk to Mom's friend/coworker at work yesterday about schizophrenia and bipolar. Great, now I have diagnosed myself with a mixture of the two. I m very hyper and sometimes immature and klutzy, and I'm bad at schoolwork (and everything else for that matter) I was born two weeks early, I'm the older sister (DUH! Read the books! The older sister always gets sick and/or dies!), I'm forgetful and disorganized, I trail off in the middle of a sentence, I believe badly about myself, I'm scared of mostly everything, I don't like to talk about my problems, and I don't want to do it! So I must be nuts.... also, TiTi hated me on sight, which may mean I have un-sociable tendencies as well. And a bitch, oops I mean instructor at bi-kwon-do hated me on site too. (She was a very interesting person, I must say...) So I think I must be going crazy. Obviously, the only way to fix this is to get an awesome boyfriend. At least that's what happens in all the books... or, wait, it's the younger, non-insane sister who gets the guy. CRUD! Not only do I have to be a total whack job, I don't even get a boyfriend! Also, if I'm right, and I am indeed bipolar or schizo, I may soon start to wear very hideous clothes and fashion, and become a complete This Week's Worst Dressed Weirdo candidate (along with Britney Spears and America Ferrara)! Lovely. What a wonderful prospect.

It's raining right now, which is niceeeee for a change. Like, I like rain. Ugh, how dumb did that just sound? Answer. Very, very dumb. I guess I can't become a speech-writer for the president, then...

ergh i better get to stay home...

Oh man..... Sungmin is being sooooooo annoying! He's following me everywhere asking incessant questions about what would happen if you ate a barn and when do I have to leave for CKC-Muzak. Very irritating.

Hey, do you think TiTi will flunk eighth grade again so that I won't have to be in a class with her next year? Maybe she will. Although.... even if she is a bitch, I'd rather have her in my class because I at least know her. Plus, then I could play mean pranks on her. (Look, I never claimed to be a perfect saint! My blog is not a moral story, it's just the story of my life, which is sometimes less than moral! So shove it!) Like, ever since I read about it on the Datingish Xanga blog, I've wanted to fill someone's locker with dicks. Obviously, it would have to be a boy, though. Oh, wait, TiTi bragged that she sometimes walks around holding hands with her friend Christine. She SAID she wasn't bi, but I bet she is! Oh, that is just too funny! So maybe I could fill her locker! Unless she's the girl in the relationship...

I was wondering something... if you have two gay crossdressers, does that make them double gay? It seems like it would... unless it cancels each other out! Maybe it does that! Although that doesn't make sense. Hmm... Of whom can I ask this deep philisophical question?

I don't want to go to CKC-Muzak today. (I call it muzak, because it generally sounds so bad) I don't want to feel like the nerdy turdy homeschooled loser prep again! I will never again call anyone a loser (unless they deserve it) or a prep (unless they deserve that too). It is very hurtful. And I will never call anyone (except TiTi) a wannabe. Unless they are. In which case I feel perfectly within my right to do so. But, seriously, I feel so awkward there when I'm not teaching! Sure, the little kids like me, but you can't hang out with a couple of fourth graders indefinately! Then, there are the Two Best Friends, who wear very nice clothes and appear to be richer than I am. One is even blond. They're also very good pals with JK and some of the other kids, therefore creating their own hierarchy that I'm not part of. Well, why would I be? I'm not them... it doesn't bother me that much, but I feel really useless and out of it, which is not a good feeling to have, especially since you also have to be the only one to do anything and also the only one to not get any credit for doing anything. I'm serious! Mom makes me and Zac teach everyone, and clean up everything, and write all the records, and tune all the stuff, and get all the snacks (or at least she made me cook a cake today) and just generally do everything, and are we mentioned any? No, we are not. The ones who get all the credit are the university students who show up maybe once a month and do absolutely nothing but collect dust when they do come! They even get special stuff like reccomendations for their deans and free lunches at campus! And we don't! Why? Because we're frickin teenagers! It's child labor! Er, wait, I'm fourteen now, so I can't use that line anymore. Darn it!

At any rate. I SO don't want to go. On the other hand, though, if I do go, it will mean Kitty has to stay home by herself, so she'll practice, so then maybe she and Mom and Sungmin will go to tae kwon do with Zac and Dad and let me stay home with the babyshitters (who, by the way, seem to be entirely at our beck and call. Maybe Mom has some sort of hold over them.)! Then, I could record my songs and watch Bleach and just have a great ol time! Ok! It's worth a try! So, let's see... don't practice, don't do math, don't do anything so that I'll have an excuse to stay home... (or maybe I could do some practicing, just in case my plan doesn't go through) make sure Mom goes to tae kwon do person: ow! other person: hey! i kicked you! first person: i hate your guts! second person: well i hate yours! first person: go screw yourself! second person: with a screwdriver? first person: no, a screwdriver is made out of whiskey and orange juice! (er, is it? i forget) second person: oh. both: lets get drunk and forget what we did! both again: ok!

There, sorry, I had to write that so I could tell dad I was working on a play. Why is he so nosy anyway? Darn, I gotta go. It's time to get ready for CKC-Muzak. (remind me to think of a clever acronym for the CKC part later!)

xoxoxo~♥~

its finally a left wing president...

Don't want no paper gangsta.... actually, I do. I mean, a real gangsta would be preffereable, but since I can't get one, I'd be happy with anyone at all. Er, wait, that didn't turn out right. Don't get any ideas, you fuckin creepy loser weirdo dickhead! I am NOT going out with you! SO GO DO YOURSELF A FAVOR WITHOUT THE FAVOR!!!!!!!

I always have to say that whenever I mention wanting a boyfriend. Cause there are many weirdos hanging out out there in the world, all reading his blog with bated breath and drool coming out of their respective mouths, all waiting to kidnap me. But, if you did, I'm sure an adorable cute guy with orange hair would come to rescue me! (Yes, I was watching Bleach) Really. Or at the very least, the police.

Sorry, I don't go nowhere without my cell phone. Muwahahaha.

Oh, and on the off chance that you do catch me without it, I keep lipstick in my purse for the express purpose of writing on car windshields if I get kidnapped. Although, it is awesome lipstick that changes color to always look good on me. Hey, no one said I can't use it while I'm waiting to put it to it's intended purpose! I mean, it would be a total waste if I didn't wear the stuff. Also, I'm a second degree black belt. No, I'm not lying. Before I finally got to quit bi-kwon-do, I managed to get a second degree black belt despite completely sucking at the noble art of beating people up. What was I supposed to do, enjoy it? Whenever I had to spar people, I would totally get smashed rather than hit them. Shoot, there goes the ninja career. Dang it.

Right now nobody's home except for me, Sungmin, and the babyshitters. No, I am not exaggerating! The people come to our house for the express purpose of using our master bedroom! *ehem*. How do I know this? Because I walked in on them one time. I didn't mean to! It's not like I was curious! (ok, I was...) but anyways, I needed something from the room, so I walked in, since we usually keep the door closed anyway so I didn't know anyone was in there. So I walk in, and see this lump under the covers, moving around and saying such things as "Oooooooohhhhh! Billlllllll!" and "You GOT it Hannah! AAAAAAHHHH!" It was quite disgusting. I ran out as fast as I could and didn't stop until I got to the bathroom where I locked myself in and almost turned my guts inside out. And you wonder why I don't want to get married....

So, anyways, they are as usual rolling around on the rug in the front room doing something closer to number ten than nine, which is to say, they're stealing home. For those dumb idiots who still don't get it, THEY'RE ABOUT TO DO IT RIGHT NOW!! It's so gross! I should stop them! But, actually, no, I don't want to, as it may leave emotional scars that will be with me my whole life long. I'll just let Mom and Dad find them as they walk in the front door. Muwahaha...

I already did everything I need to do, that is to say, math, practicing, shower, laundry, and dishes, so maybe I should start dinner before everyone gets back. What should I make? I'll call Mom to see if she has any ideas or if she wants to cook. I want curry... although we just had it, like, two days ago. Fault me not. I love curry.

I just painted my nails bright juicy cherry red. It's so hawt! Especially since they're really short, so I look like Christina Aguilera in Keeps Gettin Better, minus the bleach blond hair and black hoodie, of course. Very hawt.

Oh yeah! Barrack Obama just got elected! I mean inaugrated. Whatever. I'm so very happy it was him who won, because I think he's the one who can fix the country. Hey, I may be only fourteen, but I can have ploitical opinions as well as people twice my age! (and in Alex Jones's case, my opinions are better. Unless it's good to firmly believe that the governement is putting anti growth hormone in our milk and water to stop guy's dicks from getting too big. What this would accomplish, I'm not exactly sure, other than making doing it less fun for the aforesaid male population, which may be a good thing.)

I lurrrved my outfit today. It was short shorts that I made myself out of horrible frumpie cut offs that I made out of horrible frumpie jeans, a maroon/eggplant strapless top, a dark purple bracelet, a dark purple ribbon wrapped around my ankle, and a purple bow in my hair, which I left loose (it was still curly from Sunday). I looked so sweet I could hardly believe it!

I'mma call Mom to see if I should cook dinner or not.

Bye bye!

xoxoxo~♥~

concert last night...

Yesterday was sooooooo fun!

Hot guys+yummy food+compliments+no Ilene+chic clothes and curled pigtail;s on my part=awesomeness. Yup, yesterday was Zac's CYMO concert. And no, I didn't pay any attention to the music. (Except for the Bruch, which is my concerto, and, more imprtantly, whcih Johnny Lee was playing) I know I'm supposed to, being a musicican and all, but I don't like classical music anymore. Sure, it can be fun to play, and fun to make fun of, but it's nothin special. Now, T.I....

Really, I like T.I. Even if he did write Porn Star. He's a good rapper. (But, can someone please tell me how he "paved the way"? Last I checked, he wasn't around in 1980 with Grandmasta Flash!) (Mom likes Granmasta Flash, which is how I know. Yes, she's pretty cool, for a mom.)

Uh... what was I saying? Oh yeah. Zac's concert was muy fun. Everyone was there, even Kelsey and Wenda (and unfortunately her ickypoo brother). I was so glad that Ilene wasn't there that I almost started dancing! I mean, she's very loathesome. Nah, not quite loathesome, because, bitch or not, she did be my friend for a while in the first year. I loved my outfit too! It was: black strappy heels that started hurting so bad I took them off and dipped my feet in the fountain, (They're about 4 inches! Come on! Wouldn't even Rihanna do the same?) (Ok, maybe not Rihanna), skinny jeans that I made a huge hole in the knee of by mistake when I fell off my bike/scooter, my fave pink and silver top (tight and scoop necked, just the right misture of sexiness, cuteness, and chicness! And yes, it isPapaya!), a brown hoodie (ew, I know, but Mom made me wear it), my pink Tinkerbell purse, my green bracelt, my little bunny clip, my rainbow hairballs (Not really hairballs, as I didn't have a cat on my head, but I don't know what else to call them. They're little ponytail holders with plastic balls on the end), a spritz of Paris Hilton/Jordache remix from the 99¢ store (don't make fun of me, it smells sooooooooooo good, almost like Mariah Carey, but it's cheaper!), and, in honor of the occasion, I even curled my pigtails! (And burned my thumb, but you needn't dwell on that) I mean, I always wear two pigtails (Mom calls them ponytails) with some kind of cute accessory, and I think they look better curly, but I hardly ever do, since curling irons can damamge your hair. I don't know why I do, but maybe it's subconciously trying to appear younger than I am, since people always think I'm older than I am. (Once someone thought I was in high school when I was in sixth grade...) Sheesh, what is this, a monologue? I'm just trying to describe my outfit! Oh yeah, my makeup! I tried my new pink Santeé lip gloss (I have two, almost the same shade of silvery pink, and they cost a buck each! I'm not kidding! They're like, the perfect lip gloss, and they're so darn cheap! I buy most of my makeup at this little Asian 98¢ store that sells almost exclusively Santeé for only a dollar each! It's amazing!!! They have the weirdest colors of nail polish, like translucent lime green and glittery gold topcoat, and it's 98 cents. They also have eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, blush, and everything else you might want! They even have killer accessories and fishnets! The only thing they're missing is hot pink lip gloss. booo... well, can't have everything!) Um, what was I saying? Oh yeah. I tried my new pink lip gloss, which was hot, and then I put on black mascara and lavender and pink eyeshadow. I also had red toenail polish. (which I got from the 98 cent store too)

Then, we went to the concert. There were so many hot boys! I was like, dying of joy. Oh, and Andrew said hi to me, and then commented on my Facebook status (so did Thomas)!!! Yay! I don't have a crush on him anymore, it's just that... I start blushing and feeling nervous and happy at the same time when I'm around him, like when I'm around JK. But I don't have a crush on either of them.

Speaking of Thomas... what was with me? For some reason, he didn't look too bad. In fact... he almost looked cute! What's wrong with me? Doctor....

Alicia, Nini and Andrew's sister, kept saying I looked cute (and Kitty too). I mean, she always says that... and I think I did look pretty sweet last night, thankyouverymuch! *air kiss*

We went to Rebecca's quinceañera yesterday. It was fun, except we had to leave early. I did meet some nice people, though, including a girl who's also named Crystal, and a girl who didn't seem to have a lot of friends but was nice. I'm so glad I had my lip gloss.... all the other girls had on huge amounts, even though we were about to eat. Oh yeah, eating! It was soooooooo good! They had so much curry! And curried rice! I was in lurrrrrrrve with my food...

Dad, for reasons unknown to me, wants me to mow the lawn. I absolutely hate doing this, especially since Jay and all his hot friends keep coming down the street while I'm doing it, (mind out of the gutter) causing me to turn my back, cover my eyes with my bangs and pretend I'm not related to the family who's lawn I am currently manicuring. Also, I'm not really strong enough to push the thing everywhere throughout the yard, so I mostly do a sloppy job. I mean, I can do it, it's just I hate it. Don't want you to think I'm some sappy schoolgirl incapable of lifting over five pounds. (although sometimes I am). I don't want to do this.... he doesn't even pay me! Although he sometimes gives me two and a half dollars for the whole thing.... That's enough for a boba, so it's ok. I haven't had a boba in at least a month. I'm suffering from boba withdrawl! I need to get one, or else I may start seeing stars, dancing on the roof in a "state of nature", get arrested for indecent exposure, and sing Madonna songs at the top of my lungs while in a state prison ward, or whatever else people under withdrawal generally do. Maybe if I do a good job with the yard, Dad will buy me a boba and pay me! Yeah! And maybe I should borrow Kitty's bright red lipstick, top it with my red lip gloss, wear black knee highs (although they're mostly calf highs), fishnets, and short shorts in an effort to look sexy while I'm mowing. Maybe I could pretend I'm shooting a music video.

Boldly, I will try it.

xoxoxo~♥~

i made dinner last night

And it was really good! Lemon chicken! (even though I didn't mean for it to be lemon, that just happened when I put in waaaay too much lemon extract). Yet Kitty and Sungmin proclaimed it disgusting! Oh, and speaking of Sungmin, he was being suuuuuuuch an asshole while I was cooking. I'm sure Julia Child didn't have to go throuh that....

Huh! I just noticed! It works now! The kind, wonderful people on Blogger decided that they would "improve" the frickin thing, so they screwed up a bunch of stuff and almost freakin erased my blog, so I thought I'd never get a chance to blog again! Soooooo annoying! *raised veins*

All I'm saying, is, if they erase this, they will be very very sorry. Muahahaha.

Crystal IM'd me for an hour today. She's actually nicer than Jade, even though I hate to say it. I know it's mean, but she's a lot like me, and even though I'm not exactly the paragon of Goodness And Virtue (I apologize to TiTi-The-Bitch! TeeHeeHee!) (See, now I'm doing it again, making fun of her name, which she can't really help and doesn't fit her anyway), I'm nicer than Jade at least. Someone really needs to give her a heart to heart talk about friendship! No, I'm kidding. I love her most of the time. (Except when she's being Miss I-Have-To-Diss-You-To-Ingratiate-Myself-With-My-Friends) (although she stopped doing that after I told her to) So it's fine. Oh yeah, as luck would have it, both Crystal and Jade are going to the hospital tomorrow. Do you think they'll become friends, both having jewel names and all? Maybe....

Italics!

Oh, crud, how do I get back?

CRUD! How the heck do I get BACK?!!!!

There. Easy peasy lemon squeezy sleazy beazy deazy.

Who knew there were so many words that rhymed with easy?

Ah, I have some more. Cheesy, freezy, fo'sheezy, breezy.

Yay! I'm a wordsmith!

Ahhhh crud, the day after tomorrow is orchestra, better known as The Time Of Lesbian Love, or Everyone Stare At Jasmine Day. Everyone, that is, except the person I want to stare at me, who simply looks at his music, cello, or floor. (I mean, the floor, not his floor, as, to the best of my knowledge, he doesn't own the building). If he would look my way, I could do my Special Secret Venus Flower Love Tequniche Number Two, i.e Sticky Eyes. (Number one is look and smile flirtily) (number three is flick the hair, look over your shoulder, and raise one eyebrow slightly before turning away) (etc etc etc) But no, what does he do? Wait until I'm playing to look at me, that's what he does! What a pain! I always look somewhat hideous when I'm playing, although I do try to look cute. How do I know this? Because the conductor told us not to look at our music while we were playing, so I started looking around the room, and especially at My Love. Then I promptly got lost. What are conductors for, anyway?

Maybe I should wear a really slutty outfit to rehearsal just to see what everyone does. Maybe they'll stare even more. Or maybe they'll blush and look away. Or maybe they'll blush and stare even harder, which would be the worst of both worlds, don't you think? Hola, Kitty. What's up? Besides trying to annoy your older sister, that is. If you say anything Bleach or Sailor Moon related, I will have to kill you. Let's see what she says...

Nothing yet.

Hmm, I better go. The tamales are about done, which means that someone needs to take them out, and it doesn't look like that someone is going to be Mom, as she is absorbed in a Star Trek episode that seems to consist of charachters telling about the times that they have had sex. Really, the adults these days! What's the world coming too? Well, at least there aren't any strippers aboard Star Fleet. Yet.

xoxoxo~♥~

their at orchestra/dance

Ugh... definately anger management issues.

That, dear reader, is reffering to the little blister that adults refer to as Sungmin. They also refer to him as my little brother, but that has never been genetically proven. (Just about, though, given that he looks almost exactly like me, (except prettier! Snort!) with a freckle in exactly the same place on the side of his neck (Zac and Kitty have a freckle in the exact same place on their temples, it's very creepy)and the same hair color, etc)

I'm home almost-alone. Of course, being as the parents decided to torture me, Sungmin is also here. He's being a little howler monkey as usual, making a complete nuisance of himself. That's it. See if I ever make him anything again! Like, he's so dang controlling!! That is, he tries to be, but it mostly doesn't work. I think I told you about it already, but I'll tell you again. He says things like, "Hey, I asked you a question!" and "Answer me!" and "Turn that off right now!" and "Because I told you too!" and "Just do it!" It's frankly quite irritating, given his small size and all. He probably just has a bee in his panties. Wait, boys don't wear panties, do they! What the heck do they wear???!!! Do they go around complete bare on the butt? And, if so, isn't that very uncomfy? And isn't it indecent exposure?!!!!! EW I will never understand the male specimen.

I totes hope I'm not gay. It's my worst fear, to wake up one day, and go, "Hey everrbody! Guess what! I'm gay!" Then, everyone does their "acceptance" speech, and everything is groovy and hunky dory and whatever else baby boomers say, flattering themselves into thinking that they're cool. Anyways, what if I am?! Mom said one of our relatives is. Does that mean that I might be too? Because, isn't it hereditary? What if I am??!!! Ok, calm down. At least I know I'm not the boy half of the relationship, because I will never wear ambiguious clothes, and I'm pretty girly. Screw that, I'm totally girly girl. Not that it's a bad thing, is it? Can't it be cute to be a klutz? Well? (see now, that's the sort of thing Sungmin does) Don't guys like it? Although, I'd want a guy who's a little klutzy too, just so it's not a perfect/absolutely bad at everything relationship like in Twilight. Crud, now I sound like Jade! Soon I will start to say "technically" at least once in every sentence. I'm not kidding! She does that! Like, she'll say, "Technically, we need to go pick up Yvette and JoJo first, but I technically ditch all the time." Like, Jade, dear, you don't need two techinallys. You could make do with one. Or maybe none at all. But, that's how it is, isn't it? One's friends always have traits that get on your nerves. I probably annoy her halfway to tommorrow and she hasn't said anything. So maybe your best friends aren't the people who are perfect, but their the people who don't complain constantyl. I don't know...

BTW, I'm listening to Imperfect Girl, which is a very good song for me, so that's what's with all the perfection talk.

I'm so scared of high school that whenever I think about it, I freeze up and can't move or breathe. I think it's because of Madame Bovine, aka TiTi. Before I had the misfortune to meet her, I was looking forward to it. Jade said I'll be ok, though, but does she really know? It's fine to be left alone, if you like that, but for me, I'd rather be popular, or if not popular, just well liked. And, if that's not too much, I'd like at least ONE guy to ask me out. Maybe more than one, if possible. Jade was like, "You're ridiculously good looking, you know." I'm like, "uh... your eyes do work, right?" (Not that I actually said that) (I should have, though) People do say I'm cute or pretty, (and Asian people say I look "beautiful", but that's probably because their English isn't their strongest suite) but (at the risk of sounding like a wishy washy goodygoody etc etc 1950's orphan named Matilda Jane or PollyAnna)I don't think I frankly look too good most of the time. I need some eyeshadow or lip gloss to look presentable at least, or at the very least, a cute outfit and a pretty hairstyle. But hey.

Eh, they're back! Aseeyou!

(and David Archuleta is soooo cute!)

Byeas!

xoxoxoxo~♥~

v.a.p's=very annoying people

I sooooo totes hate this frickin clicky keyboard! Dad bought it (paying extra!) on eBay, because he thought it would be "fun", but the appeal has worn off. Now, whenever I sit down at the computer to blog, or whatev, everyone immediately feels obligated to inform me that the noise I'm making is muy muy offensive. Even if I'm not making any noise. But, is that not the way of the world?

Wonderful, Zac has become a Macho Man. He's now making suggestions about the car. Plus, he's very into macho things (I hope not masochism though), which may have to do with his nerdiness more than his sincere desire to become Ken for Barbie. (Does he even want a Barbie? If I were a boy (snort) I wouldn't want someone who looks more fab than me. Wait, but boys wouldn't care...? Oh, who knows. Who even cares, for that matter.)

Also, last Christmas, (actually, this Christmas, last year) I even started helping Mom and Halmoni in the kitchen. And, for my birthday, I got chocolate, makeup, jewelry, and a hair dryer. Ohhhhhh so stereotypical! (I liked my pressies, though)

Kitty has become quite obsessed with Sailor Moon. And Bleach. And Inuyasha. And practically any anime that moves. (Except for Naruto, which she hates so much I watch it just to annoy her) Like, she skips out on dinner so she can watch the next eppie(sode). Very bad, very bad indeed. It's like those people who get soooooo obsessed with a certain thing that they can't be happy unless they have it 24/7. And what she'll do after she runs out of eppies. I'm not quite sure. Maybe she'll move on to Naruto after all. I can just see it happening...

Dad decided to be bipolar today.

Very odd.

Sungmin is going to be a control freak when he grows up, saying wonderfully kind things like, "hey, I asked you a question!" or "Because I told you to!" or "Get over here!" and him younger then me. I won't take it! Usually I smile calmly and sweetly, and very politely deem him the brattiest brat the ever bratted in brat-town. It's actually rather funny to see his outraged reaction.

Mom... well, I can't really have a complaint about Mom... except she chews gross.

Dude, I have the most annoying family!!!!!

xoxoxo~♥~

5 minutes of my life

Yay! We're having pizza for dinner! How yumm!

I'm soooo bored now, and Sungmin is being more annoying than humanly possible. Maybe he is, in fact, not human. Oh, he's "asking me a question" is he? I just cleared the screen, and he said, "why are you typing for?" "For which to fill my heart with love," said I. Annoying little brat...

Halmoni is coming over pretty soon. Everyone's trying to get Dad to work, but he is, apparently, "against it". It seems he would rather clear up something that doesn't need clearing up instead of wiping the table. Also, he is trying to get Sungmin to wipe the table for him. Very hardworking man. Does everything for his children. My word, what a saint.

I got paid today! Karina had her lesson. Now, Mom and Dad want her dad to tutor Zac in Spanish, and they'll pay him. It seems pretty silly to have them pay me, and then we pay it right back, doesn't it? I bet it ends up we trade violin for Spanish which seems to be highly unfair to me, being as Zac is the one who'll profit off my hard effort, but as they say, c'est la vie.

I made a fake xanga last week. I decided I wanted to have an "objectionable" friend on xanga, and see what Mom will do. My own xanga (which I mostly write for Mom to read, therefore I hardly ever write on it) has a very goody goody personality. It never says anything that could offend anyone, and it's always-

Zac wants to play a video game with me.

Okies! Byeas!

xoxoxoxo~♥~

happy birthday moi! *airkiss*

Cherry Cherry Boom Boom!

Um... what does that mean anyways?

Oh well! It's my birthday! Yay! Woot! I'm fourteen now! Actually, technically, I won't be fourteen until 5:46, which is when I was borned. What time is it now? Oooh, 6:53. Yup, I am now a freshman. Er, wait, that didn't make sense, did it. I mean... oh who cares.

I wonder if anyone got me any pressies. Like, for a hinty hint, a cd. Like, maybe One Of The Boys, or The Best Damn Thing.

CRUD they's back I g2g.

At least t I got to stay home alone so I got to record all of my new songs!

Okies, byeas!

xoxoxo~♥~

CRUD i feel like a loserish nerdy turdy

Sorry, blame it on moiii...

Yup! That song was written for me! yay.

Mom wants me and Zac, of all things, to do a skit for CKC-Muisc! EW! Why the heck should I do a frickin stoopid skit in front of JK-er, I mean everyone?!!!! (I have NO crush on JK!)

This sucks. I think I'll claim the least embarassing part. Maybe I'll even get Rebecca to help me. She's a homeschooler ( a typical one, unlike moi), so she shouldn't mind.

I wouldn't mind, cause I like acting, and all that stuff, but really, would you want to do something like this in front of a couple of critical eleven year olds? Oh CRUD! They will

be there, won't they! Getting worse by the minute! HELLLLLPPP! Understudy?

For some reason, I think Youtube fights are kind of funny. I know it's mean, but I like to read about the sensitive little kids swearing like Fort Minor. Some of them are, like, ten, and they say fuck. Very funny indeed.

I hate Poker Face! Also, I hate Just Dance, but it's better, and i even sing it sometimes. I don't know why, but Lady GaGa bugs me, except for Eh Eh and Paper Gangsta. (I haven't heard all her songs, though). She looks exactly like Gwen Stefani! It's very weird!

Oh man, I hate the feeling of Fucking Loser Homeschooler Nerdy Turdy that I have, like 24/7 thanks to TiTi The Bitchi. Now I'm scared to go to high school. Because I'm such a fucking loser homeschooled nerdy turdy. The only way to get rid of this feeling is to be a real bitch and/or cuss as much as possible. So... but that's really mean. I shouldn't try to make myself feel better by bashing other people.

So what's an inanimate object that sucks ass?

I TOTALLY hate lame brained things like ninja swords and headbands! They are sooooooo immature, nerdy, hideous, and dumbass! They suck! The people who wear them must be-oh, wait. I'm still bashing people, just people I don't know. CRUD! What the heck am I gonna do? Fine. I'll just cuss as much as possible from now on.

Oh, puh-leeze, you dickhead, why the hell do you think I'm even on this blog besides to spill my fuckin guts? It's soooooo retarded to think that I'm just as much of a douchebag as someone like you. The only reason why I say things like this are because I think you're full of shit and you need to be taken down. So there. Retard.

(Y'know, "retard" isn't exactly the best insult there is.)

(dickhead is better)

(funnier too)

WHY THE HECK WAS KELSEY STARING GER EYEBALLS OUT DURING REHEARSAL??!!!

It's soooooo weird! Maybe she has a crush on me. NO you asshole, I'm not GAY! I have, like, three crushes right now. (and NO, one of them is NOT JK!!!! I mean! his mom is a psychopath! Why would I have a crush on him? He thinks I'm a loser now! (probably). Although, according to Jade and TiTi, that is what I am.)

Why did Mom and Dad decide that they want me to have a horrible life?? If they really wanted my best interests at heart, they would have enrolled me in school as soon as I could walk! (ok, not as soon as I could walk, as that would make me a nerdy turdy, but you get what I mean) But, as it is, I have to be under house arrest, and under torture all the time. But now I'm scared to go to high school too. I always tell myself that I have to go to college at some point, so if I ease into it by going to high school first, it should be easier to get used to, but it doesn't help! I'm just a kid! I shouldn't have to worry about things like that! (Fyi, tommorrow is my fourteenth birthday) I should just be havin fun! But noooo, I have to worry about house arrest, angry gangs, and haters. Not your typical life for an eighth grade girl. But, my parents have always been against typical. Which is deleterious to their typical daughter. But what are the wishes of one person weighed against the wishes of the State?

confronting my fearzzzzzzz

Whenever I listen to All The Things She Said, I change it to All The Things He Said, so it's not gay. I like the song, though! It's like I Kissed A Girl. Like, maybe gay people are better at song writing too. (They're also more good looking, according to Jade).

I'm kind of afraid that I'm asexual because I don't want to do it. Like, it seems gross to me. Making out, kissing, hugging, etc, sure, but if you have to go all the way, why do you want a boyfriend in the first place? It seems like once you get laid, you're relationship goes down the drain. I mean, just see all those people on Datingish who finally do it with their SO's, and then the relationship is completely f*cked up (pun intended). I want to stay a virgin until I get married. Maybe it's cause I've been going to church since I was born, or maybe it's because I have an old school family, but I don't want to do it before we exchange our rings. (am I repeating myself?)

So, does that mean I'm asexual or bi?

PLEASE, NO!!!!!!!!!

I just realized, if my mom ever finds this blog, like she found my other one, she's gonna be verrrrrry shocked at the PG 13 content! What the hey. I'm almost fourteen. I can write whatever I want. Plus, this is my blog, not hers, so I'm the one who gets to decide what I put in it and what I leave out.

I don't want to go to the library today! It sucks! Plus, last time, some creepy guy pulled out of his car and began to holla at me, so we had to wait at Coldstone for a while, and then I had to treat everyone to ice cream. Ok, I don't know if he was hollaing at me, he may have just felt burdened by the confines of his hideous 1986 or so Oudi, and had to come out and yell for awhile, or maybe he was simply expressing his joy upon being human on such a nice night. (It was a nice night). So, I don't want a repeat of this.

Another thing, is that one of the librarians seems slightly creepy to me. I mean, he's large, awkward, ugly, frumpie, and seems like the kind of childish adult that would maybe be a psychopath. Ok, I'm being unfair. Not a psychopath. Maybe just a path. But still, you know how I have this talent to absorb people's feelings and awkwardness'es? So, when I even see a awkward person, I feel awkward too. (It can be handy too, like knowing how people feel, but mostly it's annoying. Like, I even get the awkward feeling when I read Twilight! And, fyi, Twilight, especially Edward, pisses me off to the extreme). Therefore, I want to stay home. If I stayed home, then I could do some more recording, and also make some food for the ungrateful in this household (i.e everybody). So, maybe I can play sick or something, although it didn't really work last time, mostly because I didn't play sick, I just begged not to go. Mom, unfortunately for me, is of the opinion that teenage girls should have lots of excersize. Which sucks. But at least now I get to take hip hop.

Oh man, Ilene is driving me crazy! The way she sits there in rehearsal with that smug/innocent little smirk, silently dissing me. And, the way her bestie Kelsey is staring at me practically the whole rehearsal, except when she's playing. Really, it's very confusing! One minute, she's lip reading over my head to Ilene, the next she's staring at me, with a little smile, like we're best friends. Or, she's just staring at me like I have mascara dripping halfway down my cheeks. It's almost driving me wild, sitting there without a mirror to make sure my makeup isn't completely screwed, and having practically everyone in the whole room (girls and boys alike) looking at me like I'm the Best/Worst Dressed page. It's enough to make me want to quit!

Plus, yesterday, I was in the store befroe rehearsal, and then mostly girls were staring at me too. If it were boys, I wouldn't notice so much, because I've gotten used to it, since I have such enormous boobs, but if chicks were staring at me? I thought I might unconsiously have a hooker symbol on. But, I changed before orchestra. It must be because of my right eye. See, I have the typical white person eyes, but also sort of Asian, with a small crease, but sometimes when I'm asleep, the crease gets a little bigger, so my eyes don't match. It happened yesterday, and I didn't think it was very obvious, especially since I disguised it with gold eye pencil, but it must have been. Unless... do you think it's an epidemic of gay-ness? There's nothing wrong with that... except that it's hilarious!! Do you think it's TiTi's fault???? It must be!!! She said she walks around holding hands with her best friend! EW! That's just wrong! She said she's not bi, but I bet she is!!! That's hilarious! SHE"S BI!!!!! NYAAAAHHHH!!!!

At any rate.

I didn't think Kelsey would be bi. Besides, even if she were, I don't think she'd hit on me, even though I did look pretty dang adorable last night. I mean, I'm stupider than the whole orchestra, and mostly everyone's prettier (or handsomer, in the guy's cases) than me, so what's with the bi contact? (eye contact)

Annoying....

On the bright side, I did get two friend requests on FB yesterday! One was a boy in my orchestra who I met last year, and one is Crystal's brother. (Crystal got one too, a FB I mean)

I'm up to 65. Quite the socialite, am I not?

Cut me some slack! It's hard to meet people when you're under house arrest!

I have the vague feeling someone might be calling me, but I don't know, as I'm listening to Chasing Cars as loud as I can to cut the jumpieness. (When you feel like you can't sit still, or else you'll blow up, listen to loud music.) (Although, Snow Patrol is not really the best choice. Paramore is better.) G2g! I think they'll be home soon! Byeas!

xoxoxo~♥~

w/e

The good news was that TiTi didn't come. The bad news was that everything was ridiculously overpriced! Like, a notebook was 6.50! Well, who cares. The food was frickin delish. Actually, only Yvette and JoJo came, and they're really nice, so it was fine. I think they're the nicest of Jade's Freaky Friends. At least, nicer than The Bitch Of No Name.

Y'know... It's pretty immature to keep slamming on poor TiTi so much... she didn't really do much to me, ecxept crush my ego. Which may be a good thing. Why the heck am I so dang sensitive? If I were a real person, I wouldn't even care. In fact, i wouldn't even remember, probably. It would be like water off the goose's back. Buuuuut, I'm all Miss Sensitive And Sad, so the main point of this blog is to create inventive synonyms for the word "bitch". In fact, I could rename the whole thing "FromMyBitchToYourBitch" or "how_2_be_a_hoe_101" or maybe even "differentwordsforslut12345". Buttttt, that would be couterproductive, as I also slam on Yvette's big sister, oops, I mean brother, Bi Boy. (He's not really her brother, they're just mega close)

Maybe I should be nicer to poor TiTi. After all, it's not her fault if she has bad genes! (also hideous jeans, but that's another story) I don't know what that would have to do with anything, but it does. She can't help her disguting hair or personality. Oooops, I'm doing it again. Wait, that came out kinda wrong. Never mind...?

I feel sooooooo awkward and out of place right now. Like a disgusting, fat, jerky, awkward, pimply, sweaty, stupid, nerdy, gifted boy who looooooves playing Halo 2. Now do you feel my pain? You know, the type of boy who has, like, three friends, and always indulges in those thought provoking fantasy novels that should be outlawed and banned. (So should his fantasies, but let's keep this strictly PG 13, shall we?)I hate that feeling! It sucks so bad I should dress up as a vacume cleaner! I can't even deflect it with my clothes, because they could be construed as frumpie. Like, I'm wearing jeans (not skinny, sort of flared leg/tight/random/generic), a hot pink camisole underneath a gray Papaya scoop neck. And pigtails. And a long necklace, which is a pink pendant (garnet) on a ball chain.

Crud, Mom wants me to do something.

But Lip Gloss isn't done!

Crud, I'll just gotta go. Byeas!

xoxoxo~♥~

2009!!!!

Happy new year! I love you!

Today was soooooo awesome! Bi Boy and Sabrina The Teenage Witch didn't even show!

I bought so much stuff!

No time to right!

Awesome!

Loved every frickin minute!

Love ya!

xoxoxo♥