crud, im pissed

Yup, indeed, Bi Boy and Princess TiTi are coming along to Little Tokyo. Jade came over this morning and told me. Great, great great.... What the heck am I gonna do about that? It's not that I hate TiTi, it's just that I think she should be excavated off the face of the earth to save humanity. But, really, why would Jade invite Mr. Katy Perry, Robotica, and Ima Pain to come with us for the day? It sucks! I'mma maybe call her up right now and ditch! Although that would be quite mean. But it would be nice to myself, as you can see. Does Jade really want me along? I can't imagine that she does. So ditching right now shouldn't bug her too bad, should it? Oh, but Kitty want's to go. Crud, now I have to go to my death for the sake of an emo eleven year old. But! I will Move Along! Really, who wouldn't lurrrve the All American Rejects? So cute, seriously!

Ugh, now I don't want to go. What will I do? Should I go along and commit suicide, or should I stay home and commit social suicide? Ohhhhh... now that you put it that way, I guess I better go along. It's better to be dead than lonely, indeed. No, all you homeschooled dorks wouldn't understand that, would you. It's because.... We all need a friend or two (prefferably two) to help us out. Plus, we all need a boyfriend. The girls, that is. It would be rather alarming if everyone did have a boyfriend, wouldn't it? I'm sure someone would like it that way though....

OHHHHHH DARN IT!!!!! I ABSOLUTELY DON"T WANNA GO HANG OUT WITH THE DEADBEATS OF THE CENTURY!!!!!

Ok, maybe not deadbeats. Maybe just Grateful Dead fans. (nasty snicker) Wait, that's the same thing, isn't it? Woooops! My bad!

What should I wear? Should I go for the slut campaign again? I've heard Mr. Gay is also Mr. Perv, so maybe I shouldn't go for the cupcake look. Maybe I should go for the uuuuuugly look, but then TiTi will make fun of me. Darn! Maybe I should wear just nondescript clothes, like, from Old Navy or somehthing. Noooooooo! I can't! I don't think I even own Old Navy clothes! That goes totally against my standards of fashion and beauty! I mean, I want to fit in, but I also need to stand out. So, you see, I can't wear anything that's too simple. Even when I was trying to deflect Mini Perv Thomas at church orch, I wore really flashy ugly clothes, instead of boring ugly clothes. I even wore a red and black wig one time... Naturalish though, not clowny. I better wear tons of makeup and perfume. Like, maybe I should put it on in the car, it'll be a long ride, so that'll be something to do, at least.

Oh, I just listened to If U Seek Amy. It's so.... interesting.... Better not let the rents listen to it, though, because of the, well, you know.

Yup.

EW! t.A.T.u is DISGUSTING!!! They got billed as gay when they were only thirteen??!!!! Why the heck would you agree to that? I think I would throw up.

Apologize.... I like that song. For some reason, even though it's all mean and stuff.

Oh yeah, I never wrote about Kitty's birthday, did I! So, Kitty wanted to go shopping, so me and Mom and her all went out to the mall (crappy mall, but who cares), and various boutiques, and we ended by going to Starbucks. I got a peppermint mocha twist with whipped cream. I should have gotten a frappucino... Well, who cares. I got this peacock blue tunic top at Gottschalks for seven bucks, and Kitty got these black and gold jeans for eighteen bucks. It is her birthday, after all... I guess I like the brand Eyeshadow ok. My favorite is still Papaya and Miss Me, though. Fortunately, those brands are popular with my friend Liana (who's soooooo popular, rich, and lucky), Zac's friend, and our relatives, so I get a lot of good clothes. Or at least expensive clothes, and poor Kitty has to wear the hand-me-downs! Nyah, I'm so lucky.

I just watched a couple of Me Singing (blank) videos on Youtube. Most of their voices sound about like mine... Do you think I could make one? How about if I didn't show my face and I put up a fake name? Then do you think Mom would let me? Probably, right? Oh, but I'd need to sing Teardrops On My Guitar or something, so I could play it with myself and not sing solo. Not that that's bad, it's just harder.

I promised Sungmin I'd give him the computer when this song ends. I really should have chosen a really long song, like Sorry or Hung Up, but nooo, dumb me, I decided to play Fall To Pieces. Crud. Oh well, I'll just type really fast. I guess that's all, actually, cause I want to... do something... Eheheheh... You will never know what it is! Ok, I'mma just make another gmail account so I can use it for things... but, since, Mom may be reading these, I won't even say. Okay, she's probably not. What I'm gonna do is make a fake Myspace, make a fake name, make a fake picture, like maybe of one of my old dolls or something, and then I'll post my songs. Good idea, right? Right! Good job, Jasmine! You're soooo smart! Ok, g2g!

xoxoxo~♥~

FUCK!

caution, explicit

Wooot! She said okies!

To going to Little Tokyo, that is. Actually.... I'm not too thrilled about it. I don't want to hang out with TiTi the Bitititch and Mr. Bi-tch for hours! But now I have to. Wonderful. You know, Jade's friends are really not very nice at all. Sure, they're civil to me and Zac, but they're not friendly! Plus, Jade always ignores me once they come into the vicinity. Lovely, a whole day of ignore vous. That's not a good way to start the new year! I mean, it's really stupid, but I have this superstition that whatever you do on the first day will determine the rest of the year. And do I want my year to have me ignorado-ed in it? NO! But, hmm, this year I will be going to public school for the first time. Maybe I should kick start that with hanging out with my homies. NOOOOO! They are NOT my homies! My homies are people like JK and Crystal, people I can trust! Wait, JK? Did I just write that? Yes, yes I did. No, I don't have a crush on him! Why would I? I don't!! His mom is a complete nutbar!

At any rate. I don't want to hang out with The Mean Ones Of The School all day. Buuuuut, for Kitty's sake, I guess I have no choice. Why does Jade want me along anyway? I mean, since she has her cool friends to keep her company, why does she need a homeschooled preppy loser like me? Get a brain overhaul, girl! You don't want me along, say so! Don't just try to imply it, or kill me with kindness! You don't like me, drop me! Shoot. I doooooon't wanna do this.

I'm listening to Eh Eh by Lady GaGa right now. It's the only one of hers I like. For some reason, the rest of them bug me. I don't know why... Especially Poker Face. I think it may be her ridiculous sluttiness, but I don't know.

Eh eh. Nothin else I can say.

I think Jade is lucky, even though all her boys break her heart, she at least had a bf. You know, someone to make out with, etc. I don't, and that sucks! I really want one!

Oh, and if any of you fucking losers reading this decide that you want to stalk me and get with me, don't you dare even try. I can call the police faster than you can do yourself, dickhead. And I'm not afraid to get a restraining order against you. I can go to court, or whatever I need to get safe again from you so get the hell out of my life right now, damn stinkin shit sucking cock head asshole!

Ok, now that's out of the way. Sorry for all of you who dislike the strong language. I know it's very shocking to your refined sensiblities, but imagine how much more shocking it would be for an innocent girl like me to get taken off by some dipshit bastard with his pants down! I mean! Wouldn't that hurt you worse than ever?

Of course, than, a cute gangsta exactly my age would come in and rescue me, but it's best not to take chances.

Oh yeah, fyi, I am a second degree black belt.

No, I don't think I will make a fake Myspace so I can promote my songs like Colbie Caillat! I'm too frickin mad! Also, Kitty's sitting right here, and she won't leave, so I can't really. Plus, it's hard to think up fake names. I know, because I've tried.

Maybe I will later, but for now I'm sooooo mad I can't sit still!

Oh right, the rents are home, so I can't drown my sorrows with a loud dose of Paramore.

SHIT!

xxxxx~♥~

...and a happy new year!

Christmas was soooooooo fun!!!! I got two goooooooooood pressies! Unfortunately, the rest of them weren't all that great. But these two should make up for that. Guess what they were? A iPod touch and a new cell phone!!!!! Uwahhhh! We so rich! Actually, no, Mom got the ipod free with her laptop at work, and Halmoni got the phones for us. And I do have to share it with everyone after all. But Dad and Mom got their own ones... And anyways, it is a picture phone! I'm soooooo happy! I also got some manga. So did Kitty. Zac, the Enlightned One, got a gray and white book, entiteld "Practical Economics In One Lesson" by some dude whos name I can't pronounce. Woooowwwww.... They don't call him a nerdy turdy for nothing...

Oh crap, I still have to ask Mom if I can go to Little Tokyo for New Years with Jade!!!!! Darn! I don't wanna hang out with The Goose Girl and Little Boy Bi!!!! What if I have to go and sit next to them and Jade thinks I should get to know TiTi better or some absolute crap like that so she sends me off with her and Mr. Gay and I have to put up with them the whole day and then I meet a really cute guy and he doesn't want to fall in lurrrrrve with me because of them oh CRUD they're worse than my freaky PARENTS!!!!!

Darn! I'mma just tell her Mom said no.

But what if that Dissapoints Her Beyond Words? What will I do then? I don't want to be responsible for depression! Especially since I'm not responsible for too much else! Hmmm.... Should I just go on and ask then? Or should I wait until the absolute last minni like I did with her party? I forgot, and when Jade mentioned it the day before, Mom flipped. She did let me go, though. Hmmmm....Maybe I can tell her Mom is thinking about it, and then tell Mom. Then Mom really will think about it, and she won't make up her mind until the day of! What this would accomplish, I'm not quite sure, but it would be better than...

DARN! I'm totally getting the Cold Sick Lump in my stomach thinking about going! I only get that when something really totally sucks beyond words! Like freaky W.W, or Princess Charming TiTi. I guess....I shouldn't go? Or should I? I'm getting bad vibes. YAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Did I just say "Vibes"? BEYOND lame! EW! Anyways. Mom and Dad (and Zac) don't appear to like Jade much. I mean, Mom thinks she's ok, and Dad doesn't care one way or the other, but Zac dislikes her baaaaaad, which may have something to do with the fact that she knows his weak points and always takes advantage of them. Which is not nice. Nor does it promote romance for either party. I mean, girl! Can't you conceal your crush any better? Not that she likes him anymore, but you know, she used to, which were sad days for me, indeed. Neither one would talk to me when we all hung out. I don't think he liked her, though. I mean, he used to like Cassidy Maler, and they're about as opposite as possible! I'm not saying Jade is a bad person, I'm just saying they're different. She never wears skirts, and Cassidy never wears pants. Jade is soooooo into her school (even though she's not a prep) (EWWWW I now despise that word) and Cass is homeschooled. Cass is involved in everything (at least everything that's useful, she and her brother both, as Mom says, how can there be an event in town, not involving the Maler's?) and Jade... I feel bad sayong it, but she's kind of on the outside. So they're quite different. I wonder which one will get the guy? Hmmmmm.... In manga, it would be the tough one, namely Jade, but in real life, I don't know.... And he did like Cassidy.

Oh, and speaking of lurrrrrrve! What about my love life? When the heck will I get a boyfriend? (I know, frumpy, but at least I didn't say "when in the world?") (Sungmin says that, though.) Today, as I was wearing a frumpi, nonmatching shawl over my dress (I knowww, so OUT! But Mom made me wear it), I ran into ♥♥Roman♥♥ and Austin, two cuties from Church Orch. Austin waved and said hi, Roman didn't. And he's the one I have a crush on! Although, he did smile and look my way a bit... Whyohwhyohwhyohwhy must all my crushes be so darn THICK?????!!!! None of them respond to my flirting, and yet total strangers do. Maybe it's my haircut. Maybe it attracts boys, and then sends them away. It is freakin ugly. Or maybe it's The Slut Campaign at work. See, because of Ilene (and people like her) and TiTi (and "people" like her) I've started what I call the Slut Campaign to bring honor to homeschoolers. I feel really awkward around everyone, because of frickin homeschooling, so I've started dressing like a Barbie doll to... eh, well, I don't know, but I think it helps you. Or me. Or whatever. It shows that even if I'm as lush as a field of clover, at least I'm not a nerdy turdy little homeschooler. I'm just flirty.

And dirty. I think it's ok, isn't it? I mean, this homeschool thing, it's my own damn fault! I should have kicked up a fuss long ago and forced Mom and Dad to send me to school. Or, failing that, I could have made up elaborate stories about the private school I attend, one with the creme de la creme crying at the doors trying to get on the loooooooooong waiting list. I could have even pretended to be like this with some Celeb'Kids! But noooooo.... Thinking that honesty is indeed the best policy, I told everyone where I actually live and die, and now, being good little citizens, they shy away from the girl under house arrest. It's frickin STUPID! I mean, we're all freakin PEOPLE, right? Why do we have to treat other people differently just because they don't look or act like you? Why do preps get judged more than sluts? Or, why do sluts get judjed more than preps? It's not fair! We should just try to...er.... love each other....

Or, I don't know, all get together and snort crack or something! We just need to be accepted the way we are! Woah, where did that come from? I didn't mean to go give a profound-zen-get-together-and-hug speech! I... uh....

Ok. Anyways. Yes. As we were saying. If I get kidnapped or raped or something, as a result of dressing like an overcooked tart, I'll cry out with every breath as I issue my restraining order (which may prove difficult to do) "It's all because I'm homeschooled! It's all because I'm homeschooled!" And it is. Because, since I can't belong, I might as well be strong! Right! Not that being strong generally involves dressing like a teenage Pussycat Doll, but you know, to each her own. It may improve my self-esteem. I don't yet know.

Oh, but should I cake on the makeup too? Or should I just go with the traditional apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, etcetera? Maybe a bit of lipstick and some mascara... and since we're on the subject, some eyeshadow couldn't really hurt, could it? And maybe some gloss over the lipstick to make it prettier? Even sluts have to look nice, you know. How else do they get the tickets to their cock fights?

Ooooohh, speaking of that! One time Sungmin said, "Ok! Mount your stallion!" And I just was standing their going, "er. Oh. Um. Ok." Vair, vair funny.

Ok, back on subject. (Since Mom is in the kitch having a snackie, I don't dare let up typing for a minute, lest she come to see. Then, I could just hide it. She does know about the other blog, which is why I started this one, but if she suspects I got a new one....

I made a new email to go with it, so that she won't find it by checking my old email for me, which she sometimes does, but I think she could easily find it in history, which is why I log out each time. For further safety, I changed my login password too. It really was dumb to start up my other blog on the same email address. Of course she'd find it! I am such an idiot! An idiot with helicoptor parents. Or, to be accurate, parent. Dad doesn't give a rat's ass what I do, as long as it doesn't involve him in any way. Or, involve skimpy clothing... Or makeup... Hmm. The Slut Campaign may have a hard time continuing.

Oh well, at any rate, if Mom finds this blog, I may confront her. Or... Oh, heck, who cares. She's my mom. I'll just make a new blog and a new email address. You have to take care of parents, you know. Not let them get hurt or embarrassed, because if they do, who are they gonna turn to? They don't have the Tough Skin Of Youth, right? They just have the Psychologists Of Middle Age. Oh, and that makes me think of something else! I think adults get so depressed because they finally have their dreams! All your life, you know, you're looking forward to your dreams, whatever they are, like, a new house, or a bf, whatever. And then, you get it, so you don't have anything to look forward to anymore, so you lose your hope, and you get depressed, even though you have what you wanted in the first place! It's weird, isn't it? But I think it's true. Doesn't it seem like the happiest people are still waiting for something? Like, maybe they're engaged, or they're (ick) preggie, or they have a new job... you know. But then, after you get your dreams, you fall apart and spend all your hard earned cash on the psychologists. It's so stupid! We should just find something to look forward to about each day! Then we can be happier, can't we? Or we could look forward to going to heaven at the end. Although I know lots of Christians who look forward to that and they're still depressed. Wonder why? It seems like it should be the best thing....?

Cruddy wuddy muffin studdy, we have a fxckin gig tonight at the frickin Geezer Mansion! I don't wanna go! I'll get all infected with Geezer-itis! And Zac is gonna play cello.

I'd rather sit around philosophizing all night...

Wait... philosophying... I am SO hoping Mom doesn't see this now!!!!!!

xoxoxoxo~♥~

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~♥~

i thought i had some news, too!

Awww MAN! I never get to blog! Now that Zac is finally working on his college apps, and Dad is installing a new disc drive (or maybe hard drive-anyways, it's called Pomegranate, as he likes to name everything after his wonderful fruit trees, for some reason he didn't like the name Ichigo. Wonder why?) Anyways, now that Zac is finally deigning to work on the entrance key to the rest of his life (don't you agree that bi-kwon-do is way more imprtant?), for some reason, he finds it necassary to keep both computers easily within his reach. No, he doesn't take the iMac up to his room. It's called a figure of speech.

OOOOOOOOOHH DARN IT! I'm still pissed at The Bitch Without Name, i.e TiTi. I even painted my nails pink and black, alternating. SCREW what she thinks, I like pink and that's final! It doesn't make me a prep! It just makes me capable of kicking your fat ass! (TiTi) Not that she's fat. Or that I would actually do that. Or that the sentence even makes sense. But that's life, is it not?

Oh man, I feel like a total loser, typing away on this loserish blog with no one to read it (except probably Mom, who is even now sitting in her office, chuckling in spite)

Hmm, Pomegranate made a very odd sound, sort of like it wanted to die, but it lacked the proper appliances, so it was just sort of collapsing on it's feet. I swear! I didn't touch it! It wasn't me! *Crash*

No, I know I break 99% of everything that gets broken in the house, but I'm not a ditz! Seriously! I have da skillz, man. Skillz enough to get slammed by Ms. Pathetic Cow. Lovely.

But really! Why the heck is Jade hanging out with Robot and Hydrochloric Acid anyways? I would think she would have enough problems of her own, what with her love life (always unrequited) and her parents. (Heck NO you voyeur! I am NOT spilling my best friend's personal life all over the web! Shut UP!) I mean, does she need to make it worse for herself by going out with Meanie and Unfeelie? Very odd. Very odd indeed. Oh, and when you consider the rest of her gang, you might actually think that Zac and me are the most normal of all of them! Like, for example, Mr. Bi Boy. He... um... likes Zac. End of story. Actually, more than that, because parts of the story are trés trés amusante. Like when Zac snuck into the school with him, and everyone assumed they were together. Or when we went to her party, and he couldn't keep his eyes off The Brother Of Woes. (At least he's in woe right now, judging from the groans emitting from his bedroom) (and when I can hear them a house away, that's pretty woeful). But seriously folks... I am so totally hoping that Mr. Bi Boy and Little Miss Sunshine (NOT) won't come with us for New Years! What would you do, stuck in a guzzle-bus between a trash talking sleaze and Flirty McGay? I think I would die, that's what I would do. NO Kitty you CANNOT have the computer! I'll quit when I'm good and ready! (There goes Pomegranate again. Maybe she is dying, as we bought her at a yard sale yesterday, for apparently quite cheap.) Shoot! I still need to ask Mom if I can frickin GO to New Years! Jade'll be pissed if I don't ask...Hmm...but I need to soon, or New Years'll be over before I can open my mouth. I'm half hoping I can't go, actually. I don't wanna hang out with the candidates for The Addam's Family! Why would I like that? And, of course, Jade will be slamming on Zac (someone should tell her that's not how to get a guy!) like always, and he'll come home pissed and depressed. Lovely. Maybe Mom and Dad will say no.

Oh, great, here comes the dad himself, wanting to watch some crappy vid on Youtube! If I know him, it's about how to do an effective crotch grab in street fighting, set to the tune of Yankee Doodle by Ron Paul himself. And no, Dad isn't a perv or anything, he just likes martial arts. Which may come to the same thing.

But as I was saying....

I don't know!

We have had lots of perfromances, or "gigs" as Mom so charmingly calls them, in the past week or so. Yesterday I even got to sing I Wonder As I Wander! My first vocal performance! Woot! Helloooooo Hollywood! The only catch> The only people attending the concert were the ones who were actually performing, thereby making the chance of a talent scout being there fairly small, although two people (singers!!!!!) did say I had a "beautiful" voice and they "enjoyed it very much". Well! Sweetie! Here comes the red carrrrpet!

Oh yeah, one of the guinea pigs had a baby. We can't figure out whose it is, though.

It's brown and black. Muy adorable.

Like The Puppy.

Who I won't get to see until January.

Crud.

KITTY, GO AWAY!

I thought I had some other news too... Wellep, we got a tree. It's about on par with Charlie Brown's. Don't you envy me?

Oh yeah, now I remember my newsy news! I got into Annie's Mailbox with my letter about what to do with an abusive boyfriend fifteen hundred miles away! It's called, "Didn't Mean To Two Time". Don't you love how I used old fashioned language there? I think it's sooooooo good! *pats self on back.* Mwah! Air kiss! Air kiss! Kiis FM on air! ♥

I guess that's enough TiTi bashing for today. I'll update later, when I can.

See you in college! (presumably I'll have my own pink macbook by then.)

xoxoxo~♥~

stillpisseddang!

That's what you get when you let your heart win...

CRUD!!!!!! Thanks to our dear kindhearted TiTi, Paramore is now my favorite band. I also like Linkin Park and M.I.A. Don't worry, though, I won't start liking Metallica (ick!) or Guns'N'Roses. The Puppy likes Metallica, or at least, he was wearing a metallica tee. Grr! The dude may be cute as heck, but he has no taste in music. Did you hear Metallica's latest song? It sucks!

Ok, now I'm listening to Decode. I really want to frickin watch Twighlight! Jade invited me to go watch it with her, but mom wouldn't let me. She looked it up on Wiki, and she deemed it too scary for her preciouslly sensitive daughter. Actually, now that you think of it, this may be a good thing, as probably Jade would have invited Jannelle and Ms. Wannabe TiTi. Really, the girl has no taste in friends. Would you want to daily hang out with a robot and Cruella Deville? No, I didn't think so. Yet poor Jade, she always talks to them, hangs with them, sits with them at lunch. Indeed, she is the most self sacrificng person I have ever had the pleasure to make fun of. I guess it's really not very nice to talk about Jade behind her back, since she's my best friend, but I can talk about TiTi as much as I want! Ha ha! TiTi is freakin annoying. I wish she would go somewhere else other than Redlands High next year. Maybe she should be homeschooled so she can see how much of a crap thing it is. Yeah, that would be funny! I meet TiTi and Jannelle in Barnes and Nobles with Jade and Kitty, and I say sooooooo sweetly, "I didn't see you in school! Where are you going?" TiTi shifts uncomfortably. She looks up and down and side to side. She clears her throat, then mumbles something. "Pardon?" I say, smiling like Medusa. "Er...homeshcooled." she mutters, blushing hard. "Eeeeee! Jade, save us! It's a prep! It's a loser!! Run! She's a wannabe! She'll destry us all! It's a freakin prep!" *cracks up*

AHHHHHHHH that would be so frickin funny!

Unfortunately, TiTi doesn't seem to be the kind of person who's parents would put her under house arrest. Cardiac arrest, maybe, but not homeschooling. They're not that cruel.

I lurrrve Misery Business! It's so good! I am so gonna buy it. I'mma also get Pressure and That's What You Get. I don't know what else. Who cares. I don't really like Metro Station. I like Shake it though.

Darn, dad wants to read to us from Nat Dough-Bitch. Dang! G2g!

xoxoxo~♥~