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~♥~
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