Real men of genius! They all have a- *mischievous giggle*
I really need to write that down sometime!
I mean, I'll expand upon the theme.
Oh yeah! I was gonna tell you something scary/creepy/funny!
Ok, so I was at CKC-Muzak, just wearing a normal outfit. (Tight white top, red plaid miniskirt, black knee high stockings, black ballet flats, two ponytails, and my Tsukasa hairband, which is just a white head band with bunny ears looking things) and one of the (scary!) dads came up. "Don't get mad or nothin," he said, using the wonderful dialect of the unemployed, "But can I ask you a question?" "Sure," I replied, wondering what it would be. "Well, does your mom make you dress that way?" he asked. "Or do you just do it by yourself?" Do it by myself! Well really! I would never do it period! Do you think I'm a slut? Ok, I'm kidding. What I really said was, "Oh, no, I just dress this way because I want to!" "Well, doesn't she look cute, Emily?" he asked to his little daughter who was standing there overhearing the entire conversation. "Like a big doll!" Purple crud. Now I look like a big doll?
Well, opinions vary.
Mayhap I am a preppy doll.
Kitty, by the way, won't shut up about this judgement upon my attire. "Soooooooooo, Jassy! A doll, eh? A big doll!" she says, patting me on the back a bit harder than necassary. Seriously.
So sadistic.
Oh yeah, and she has now surpassed my height.
Actually, I don't care.
I have boobs!
So I win.
Hmm.
What else was I going to talk about?
Yesterday I was sofa king pissed at Dad, Sungmin, Zac, and everything in general.
My diary consisted of telling some of the reasons why I was pissed off, and it was very whiny.
Buuuuuuut.....
WOULDN'T YOU BE PISSED IF YOUR SO CALLED BEST FRIEND AMUSED HERSELF BY WATCHING 42 NINTH GRADERS KILL EACH OTHER ON A DESERTED ISLAND AND THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY AND YOUR DAD THINKS YOU'RE AN ABOMINATION ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH BECAUSE YOU TRIED TO STICK UP FOR YOURSELF SINCE ONLY BITCHES AND SONNOFABITCHES SURVIVE IN THE REAL WORLD AND THERE'S A FRIGGIN AWKWARD BOY IN YOUR GRADUATION CLASS AND A MILLION ANTS KEEP CLIMBING ON YOU AND YOU HAVE A SORE THROAT AND YOUR PERIOD ALL AT THE SAME FRIGGIN TIME????????!!!
Thank you.
I feel much better now.
But I AM fat.
Fatter than you.
Fatter than your grandma.
Fatter than your house.
I don't look like Heidi Montag, that's fo'shizzle.
Oh well.
Mom wants me to make a rice pilaf and a cake for when we go over to Halmoni's house later. (Our uncle is coming, so we're gonna PAR-TAYYY!) If it's still light out when we get there, I intend to play ninjas. Or maybe I'll gather up all the rose petals and strew them across the lawn singing sad songs. (My Immortal would be perfecto!) so I intend to have a very good time.
I always do.
Cause it's SUMMER!!!!!!!
And all the dicks in the world have to be concealed! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYYYYYYY!
xoxoxo~♥~
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