for once, not emo

I'm trying to look up cell reproduction and growth and simultaneously look at pictures of celebrities wearing hideous outfits so I can laugh, but Dad is hovering and skulking in the background, perhaps because he thinks Lindsay Lohan is hot, but more likely to piss me off. He does it well, I cannot fault him for that.
Oh well. Just one more week until Thanksgiving vacation! And then I get a whole week off! I'm so happy. No homework! Although, in the grand tradition of the honor's classes, there probably will be.
Yesterday, I went to the football game. It was sooooo fun! I went with Crystal, and then we met up with Jade and my entire lunch crew. (But I mostly stayed with Crystal.) We had to leave early, but who cares? We still got to see those lovely football players in their lusciously tight pants! Very delightful. *sigh* I ate way too much though. I'm still feeling bloated. Everything I eat tastes like fat! Oh well. Tis a small price to pay. I just won't eat much this week.
Everyone else is playing poker and they want me to as well. But I do not. So there.
YEEEEEEEEKKKKKKSSSSS Kitty just put this giant rubber bug on the table in front of me! Meanie!
Oh NO!! From the master bedroom... where our parents were taking a nap.... Kitty reports she heard emanating a loud and lusty "OWWWWWWW!!!!" and then MOANING! Aren't they too OLD for that? Dad is effing FORTY NINE! And Mom is forty FIVE! EVIL! It's EVIL! As well as disgusting! What could have possessed them to.... Hmmm, maybe it's some sort of thing that happens when you're married. Whenever you go near a bed, you feel a sudden and intense urge to do it IMMEDIATELY, and being adults and having had their brains completely saturated with alcohol and trippiness in college, they have no self control and happily succumb. That could explain the rising birthrate in the USA...
Scratch USA. Make that everywhere.
I don't think I ever want to get married. I want to be one of those ageless vixens who so captivate all the men, matrimonially linked or otherwise. It could be fun to toy with their hearts, don't you think? I intend to have many boyfriends though. Preferably simultaneously. Heck, why don't I start now? It could be easy. With my sex appeal, I could have them crawling on hands and knees, in preparation for a strange backwards doggie-style in no time! Time to make a plan.
Let's see... A lot of guys from orchestra seem like total nerds, so they might not have girlfriends. So I could confess. (All my friends in p.e and I were practicing that because it was raining so we didn't have to do anything. Now I'm pretty good at it.) And also, I think I might be able to hook Jason. Yesterday, when we had that speaker in the auditorium, he was all holding my hand and stuff. And he said he used to like me. Also, I may be able to get a very shy and awkward guy from Spanish. He goes to my church, and seemed uncommonly delighted when I made allusion to this fact. (His "nice-to-meet-you" bespoke more "I-should-love-to-meet-every-part-of-your-anatomy" then the typical courteous greeting.) Who else, who else? Someone at church, maybe? Although that could be harder, because of Mom's constant eye upon me. But still. I could go for KiKi's bro, but somehow I doubt their family approves of dating, and he's as silent as a courtroom after a death sentence. Also, it might be kind of awkward, KiKi being my buddy and all. And, the most important thing, I don't really want him to give me my first kiss. I mean, kissing that guy has gotta be like licking a frozen flagpole in February in Kansas. I want someone with a little more experience.... and if he's hot, I wouldn't complain. But Mark.... DAMMIT, BRAIN, SHUT UP! I wonder if he's kissed his newfound love yet. His newfound love who's a junior. SHIT! My brain is a closet masochist. It likes to abuse itself, and me, as much as humanly (or should I say "brainly") possible.
I want to get a boba today. I mean, I did get a perfect score on my math quiz yesterday! YEAH! I forgot to tell you! I GOT EM ALL RIGHT! ALL OF THEM BABY! WAY TO GET BACK ON THAT CATWALK! WOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! SUCK IT!!!!!!!!!!! NYAHA!!
*Ahem*. Anyway.
I think I really should get a boba. I mean, not only did I do that, I put up with those stinkin tall students for the CKC gig in Chapel (And they don't sound beautiful when singing! Believe me!) (And I hate how petite they make me look! Eeesh!) I also put up with the plastic preps whom I have to endure sitting behind EVERY DAY in English! And their fashion sense is so awful I would expire from it immediately (If their shitsucker preppiness didn't get me first), only then I wouldn't get to gaze at the hot guy across the room anymore. It's that bad. I MEAN IT.
So I think I deserve a boba.

xoxo~♥~