i hate how i can be so redundant. i'm sure it gets on your nerves, because it sure as hell gets on mine. but it's like, if i don't say this... i'm doing something wrong.

( pay no attention to the woman behind the keyboard. )

i have no mother fucking life.

time for a change.

ps- screw you too.

kso for the past three days, i've been quite the camera whore.
i'd like to show you, because i'm sure you are all just dying to see them.
but i think photobucket should be called cumbucket instead, because he's being a dick.
[haha i almost put "duck"]

anyway.
i realized teh Queen of teh World is right, [on some things, but not about Alice being more amazing than herself, because there, she is mistaken.] but Alice does infact look intelligent with her new hurr. and next month there will be glasses and green contacts. it'll look great.

but what a great way to start off the spring break.
First, my cellular telephone is broken. =/
not broken to where i can't make or recieve calls, but to where i can't see the screen.
see look:
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f309/gottaxstayxfly/onoitsbrokeigotstabeemo.jpg
it's the end of the world as we know it.
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f309/gottaxstayxfly/grr.jpg
hmp, now my telly needs to go to teh cellular telepone hospital tomorrow.
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f309/gottaxstayxfly/nowwhatdoido.jpg
what do i do now?
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f309/gottaxstayxfly/OINo.jpg
OINo!
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f309/gottaxstayxfly/datsright.jpg
tch-yeah!

Second,
there was a terrible crash.
there was a terrible. CRASH.

well there could have been.
it was a four way. i had the right of way. some dumb mexican thought he'd go anyway, since he's a gangsta. he almost hit me. but i have good reflexes, so i saved the world.
which had the crash happened... it wouldn't have been a pretty picture, given i survived and everything, this lady right hurr doesn't have a license, let alone even a permit.
uh-oh.
i'm going to work on that this week.
by um reading that stupid book.
yeah... joy.

i doubt debbie has gotten my season pass yet.
that sucks.
i want to go to six flagsss.
it's practically in my backyard, in the way way back. but i can see it from my house. 


ps- would someone tell me how to make the mother fucking pictures work?
cuz i think i might give up on pictures all together, if it won't let me put them in right.

so within this absense, things have happened.
obviously.
i gained two piercings.
but then me, being dumb, couldn't follow the safety pin, so now i only have one...

and my hurr.
well i wanted a little change.
i have bangs, again.
like when i was what? seven.
people say it's cute.
Aaron said i look emo.
i felt like ripping all my hurr outttt.
but no.
i'm better than that.

if photobucket wasn't being a bitch, i'd show you.
but there is one little picture in teh myspace.
it's default, so you dont have to look too hard.

it's a head turner though.
and yes i'm aware that the picture is sideways.
and no, i am not naturally sideways.
thank you captian obvious.

This week is just wayyy too fucking much.
i hate you too okay? h8.h8.h8. fuck you in the ass.
but it's not about the butthole pleasures! not at all...
fuhhh. get out of my head.
i. am. nothing.
don't fucking compare me to her. i am nothing like her...
but if you insist,  then fuck it... sheep go "baa" guns go -*bang*-, then maybe we'll be the same.
fuck it all. fuck you. seriously.

i'm getting so sick of this bullshit.
how come when i do something wrong, you get all butthurt [even though it's not about the butthole pleasures at all.]
but if you do it, then everything is supposed to be perfectly fine?
and even if i don't do anything wrong, you still worm your way into finding some reason to blame me for everythingggg.
well fuck you, k?

( kso here's the thing. )
ps- I'M NOT TRISTEN. I'M NOT TRISTEN. I'M NOT. I'M NOT. I'M FUCKING NOT. OKAY?
and do me a favor while you're at it, go bash your face into a wall.