A note on Family Guy....
Liposuctioned Peter looks like a big walking penis...
PS The underwear I was not wearing the other day...I just found it in my purse. Yahtzee*!
Um, it's possible my cat peed on the bag that was containing my computer stuff, 'cause...yeah..ew....
(Why are you never online when I have things to say to you?)
Oh man, New York is going to be CRAWLING with republicans next week. Guuuuh. Shudder inducing.
If you don't want to be seen as Eminem's back-up band, stop frickin' acting like it. Don't let him do every single lead part in your songs so that when you have to perform without him you have to follow the frickin' tape and dance around lookin' like a buncha lost little kids during the chorus.
I will never understand how my mother doesn't realize certain things. Like needing to be alone. Like the last thing I want when I come home from saying goodbye to someone special is for her to be in my face. I simply want to just sit in my room playing Let Go over and over and crying or not crying or doing whatever. And I don't want to be bothered. And I don't want to be felt sorry for. And I don't want her to see me cry. Tears are private. They are mine. And I'll share them with who I want to, but I don't want to share them with her.
1. I suddenly find myself unemployed, which is good for my sleeping habits, but bad for my bank account. Especially since it's very recently been nearly completely emptied. Eh. School starts on Wednesday and I will use the extra time to relax and get ready.
Yup....I completely loved Garden State....and will have to buy the DVD as soon as I can.
Yo, I was gonna post something witty about how I have a tan, which is like....insanely rare for me....but I'm way too tired. So I'll leave it at that. Night.
Okay, so you know how there was supposed to be some sort of club here? Well, of course you didn't know, but there was. So last night Linda and I spent far too long trying to figure out what to wear and getting dressed, etc. Only to go to this club thing to find out it's really just a sports bar with a tiny dance floor that was only being used by like two 50 year olds. Hmm...paaarrtaaay.
Here I am, in the beautiful Dominican Republic and I'm on the freakin' computer. Such a nerd. But I have nothing better to do besides go lay by the pool or on the beach, which we did this morning, and I already have the sun burn to prove it. Which is totally lame considering I was wearing SPF 30 at the time. There's lots of stuff to do tonight, including some club thing which, of course, I must get skanked out for, but for now...not so much to do. Yargh.
Did you know that Zach Braff, CHS graduate, has a blog?
Way to NOT answer me on what you think of the new pic, punks. What're y'all* good for if not to tell me how photogenic I am?
I just realized that the title of the last post sounds like The Jesus....except I meant Jersey....heh.
The title makes sense I swear, so hush....
I found out that Toby reads my blog! Hi Toby! (I told her I'd say that). Also, I found out that we have matching arm freckles. Weird, no?
Man, I hate when I get like this. Today started off looking like it might be good, I got up earlier than I thought I would and had a nice little breakfast. Then I went out shopping with my mom and it pretty much went downhill. I pretty much wasted the day shopping for something I didn't need and I could have spent the day doing way more productive things. And now my plans for tonight kinda fell through so I'm just sitting around all alone since my parents are at some show or something. So I'm lonely and feeling sorry for myself and basically being hormonal and icky. Mm. Stinky.
Tomorrow I am going to a tea party! Whee! It's at Diane's, so it HAS to be fun. There's gonna be CROQUET, for Pete's sake. I mean, I don't know what croquet is exactly, and I'm bound to make a fool out of myself trying to play it, but who cares, I'm a 19 year old in a pretty dress and a big hat going to a tea party like a little girl, except with real people instead of dolls! I'm gonna dress up and wear the dress I got today for going to the Dominican Republic. And possibly a giant hat. I'm thinking Jessica Simpson at the Kentucky Derby....yeah...I watch too much MTV.
Dear Avril,