when the animals talk at midnight...

...I totally intend to listen.

Merry Christmas Eve! Actually, since I probably won't get to blog tomorrow, Merry Christmas!

We went to my recital today. I totally played sooooo good! Not that I wanted to admit it to anyone, so I just was like (to mom and dad) "eh, i played ok. Nothin special." Of course, they soon forgot and moved onto other matters, such as Zac's-uhhhh, I forget what it was, but it was something. I don't really feel comfy talking about myself, though. Don't know why. It's better to talk about someone else. Like TiTi the Bitch Of Nations. Nyaaaahhhhh! She has such dirty hair, she could single split-endedly keep Pantene in business! She stinks so bad that as soon as you get in a three mile radius, you can tell who's coming! Her clothes are so horrible, she must have gotten them from Boutique Chic, i.e the friendly local neighborhood Goodwill! Her books are so stoopid it's no wonder she had to repeat eighth grade! Well, sorry. That's enough of that. No more dissin. Just kissin! Come on, I got the mistletoe, where are you my cute-sweet-korean-gangsta-who's-exactly-my-age-and-plays-percussion-or-cello? Actually, I don't got the mistletoe, but that doesn't matter. We'll just have to go without, won't we....♥ mmm...

Come on! I need a cutie! (and I don't mean the tangerines!) I wanna bf? Why can't anyone see that? Can't someone just go buy me one at Best Buy for Christmas? Awwwwwww, so cute...

Annnyways! What the heck am I going on about anyways? I'm just babbling. Which is ok, seeing as this is my private babbling site, but still. It's not good practice.

Mom cut my hair yesterday, it's waaaay too frickin short! I look like my friend Elizabeth! (You judge if this is good or bad) The good thing is that now it curls by itself, and it also looks really cute in ponytails, which I always wear, so that's goooooood. I guess. But it's too frickin short!

Dad was being a real asshole about it, actually, yelling at Mom that she hasn't cut her hair in fifteen years and he has to suffer it and she's a bitch, blah blah blah. No, he didn't say bitch. And she has cut her hair! I have the pics to prove it! Seriously, he's so annoying I wrote a song just for him. I called it "In His Own Way." It's such a very kind song! It lists his attributes, such as demanding, controlling, crude, annoying, nasty, selfish, and rude. As I said, I was pissed when I wrote it, so it might not be accurate. But I'm pretty sure it is.

We've had about fourteen "gigs" this season (Christmas). I didn't play in all of them, of course, but Zac did. Err...I think he did. Yup. Except for some of them. I know, I know, couldn't I have said that first? The truth is, this is my blog, so if you don't like it, that's tough.

Mom was proudly counting them up after my recital, and oh yeah, speaking of recital! My outfit was super kawaii! It was... dark blue skinny jeans (that unfortunately got ripped at both knees), a bright (no, bright! Like, REALLY bright!) yellow Miss Me hoodie that oddly enough looks really good on me, bright red peep toe pumps, a yellow and white Ann Taylor purse, low ponytails, and that hematite bracelet I got at the farmer's market. It was sooooo Hollywood! I lurrved it! Except my feet kinda hurt from the pumps after awhile.

Darn, it's dinnertime. Mom made tamales! Yum!

Byeas!

xoxoxoxo~♥~