date: september 16, 2000
time: 12:23 a.m.
listening to: marry me by no doubt.
talking to: aspen and nevie.
feeling: happy and nervous.
wearing: red cords, a blink shirt and a blue hoodie.
hahah. i told the dae about how i wanted gwen stefani. it was funny. they're like, "riiiiighhhtt."
okay, so my dad is definitely trying to buy my love. oh yes, it's true. lol. he bought the scanner/printer/copier in one that i've wanted for an ass long time... i mentioned it the other day and i come home and he bought it for me. *cheesy grin* so i've went a bit scan happy and um, SCANNED EVERYTHING possible - you name it. it's all over on the stuff page. it's so purdy. *pets it* lol. i'm so pathetic. but i don't care - i went crazy scanning, and then i printed a bunch of stuff, and then i copied the moffatts bravo thing for sara. GOD!!! it's so damn cool, i can't stop.
speaking of can't stopping... a few more chats with nevie have been posted. just call us butter, we're on a roll! lmfao. right. god i'm dorky.
and now i've got an email to prove it, muhahahaha. you can now email me at glamrock@dork.com. oh yes. i am too damn cool, i tell you. i'm going to wear a glam rock shirt to the hanson concert. with my huge ass pink cargo pants. :D i'll be SEXY!!!!! lol.
um. what else? man, do you know what i do in school, now? of course you don't. doi. but i'll tell you. *wink* lol. i have, in this order, the following classes: choir, french, psych, college writing, science overview and advanced algebra/trig. blah. i'm basically a whiz by now at the first three... but god, science!!! it's so stupid, i swear! omg, the DUMBEST PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE DAMN SCHOOL are in my class. this new kid, nick, god, he's so dumb. he's like, "i'm going to graduate early this year..." and i'm like, "uh you can't do that at this school." and he says, "what are they going to do? they can't stop me." i'm like, "uhhh they can NOT GRADUATE YOU, you stupidass!" lol. god. and in math, geez, i know i'm going to get a horrid grade in it. it's only the first couple weeks and i'm already copying out of the back of the book. lol. i'm a loser. i sat there the other day and drew the back of the kid's shirt who sits in front of me. i swear, it's ridiculous!
oi. *sings* s-t-a-r-i-n-g, i can't stop stariiinngggg....!
heather has basically ignored the fuck out of me since she's been going out with david. *rolls eyes* for someone who claims i'm her best friend, she sure has been treating me like shit. all in all, she pretty much dumped all her friends for her STEWPID boyfriend. that's so lame, i can't even stress it enough! and now, when the threat of them breaking up arises, cause he's moving or something, she calls me up and wants to talk. i'm like, "uhhh, where were you for the past four months?!" god.
everyone around here is having WAY too much sex. like, everyone fucks their boyfriends after a week or so of going out! and they're stupid bitches, cause they're all getting pregnant after it! i'm like, god, if you're going to do that, use a condom. kristen, the superslut, and john wessel, the horniest male IN armada, they went out for a WEEK before they had sex. a fucking WEEK. god. that's disgusting. and she doesn't want people to think she's a slut. right.
i'm going to see hanson in two weeks. :D i'm so excited. it shall be lots of fun, i do so believe. but i gotta get my glam rock shirt... oh yes. hahah. i can't wait, AHHHHHH!!!! hehehe.
margo's birthday party is next saturday i think. which sucks, cause i have to work at nine on sunday. so i probably can't spend the night. le sigh. and i have to work the friday before that so... yeah. i would call in, but i need the next couple paychecks... actually, i might call in. hahah. i'm such a bitch. i don't care, i don't wanna work at nine in the fucking morning. nine until six, on a sunday? at a grocery store? yeah fucking right. i'm sure.
anyways, i'm tired of typing, so i'll end this and maybe add more later...