Damn, that kid is WERID.That's what I hear quite often through out the day:
boring people boringly declairing my thoughts, aspirations, ect. to be unorthodox to their own.
Well, I'm sick of it and all I've got to say is: GET OVER IT! :]
So what if it's my life goal to meet a Drag Queen?
And who cares if I think guy on guy action is quite possibly the most beautiful form of intamate expression?
I won't compromise.
And that goes for Estudientina too; I am so SICK of those little performers group fresas givin everyone a headache with their glorious voices. They CAN'T SING; call me a choir bitch, but last year's humiliation will NOT be re-lived, thankyou very much.
[see journal entery "Update"]
Oni, my awesome wifeh, you would be a lovely alto; my other half! I know we could do it ourselves, we don't need a bunch of kids from other classes if they can't sing. I would be more than willing to sing along side competent singers, but otherwise: hellNO.
She got her sister and little posse to yell at me because Quarter allegedly kicked her out; who needs that?
ahhh...
Crazy kids.
Ok, sorry for that, I'm done with the ranting. :]
Frustrating news: I tried posting a scaned pic of stan with balloons, but evey time I try uploading here, it says the file is "corrupted" or something.
Suggestions? I'm not exactly very computer literate.
Party Time! After 2 weeks hardcore HOSA studying, it's definately time to take a little break before finals frustration sets in. I can't wait for whatever comes this weekend, if it is that I am even allowed out. Not that lack of permission has stopped me before, though, because I "borrowed" the car like 2 weeks ago somewhere from 11 to 1 at night for a cheeto cruise. :]
Which reminds me:
I get some CRAZY phone calls!
A couple days ago at 2:45 IN THE KITTY CRIPPIN' MORNING, some jerk decides to call me up under a private number and ask me all these questions and tell me all these things, most of which were sexually related. But i was just so tired and frustrated and exhausted from studying, i just threw a fit and told him: "listen Mr., if you want to get off so badly, why don't you just get porn off the internet like EVERYONE ELSE!" and i hung up angrily.
But for some reason or the other he called right back, and DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DID? ...
i found my dad in the kitchen, eatin' some marshmallows, and haned him the phone; and in the deepest, most intimidating voice i have ever heard him speak in, my father cursed and threatened this stranger in spanish, scaring the kid and making him hang up. :]
And off i went to bed, as if nothing.
I thought it was pretty funny, actulally.
Thrilled
Where has your Twilight haeeet gone? ;;
I don't want my wifeh exposed to that crappppp.
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Fashion magiznes line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
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Fashion magiznes line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
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Fashion magiznes line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
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Fashion magiznes line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
You'd be a lovely alto!
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there are days in this life when you see the teethmarks of time; there's no "I" in threeseome.
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Fashion magiznes line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
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there are days in this life when you see the teethmarks of time; there's no "I" in threeseome.
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Fashion magiznes line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
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