ho hum pig's bum!

well, today is a terrible day indeed. so... consider this partially a pity post.

well...

my pants zipper broke, so for some reason it made me look like i had a penis. i mean, i wouldn't have minded if it looked like a LARGE penis, but it definately looked like a penis that was only about an inch. so... that wasn't cool.

i got in a fight with linny lou robin. haven't a clue what this fight was about...or how it started exactly... but it put me in a partially BAD mood for periods 9 and 10

speaking of period 9, i HATED psyco shields for not letting me pee! gooooood i have to peeeeee... so i asked mr. matthews before 10th and he let me go. talk about a nice dude.

um... i come home, i find chicago is on the bravo network, so i'm watching it... ladadadadaladida... and tommy comes in all WOW! CHICAGO! and i'm all WOW! I KNOW! IT ROCKS! and so he's singing along... lalalalala... then he's all, WELL, GOTTA GO RUN SOME ERRANDS. LATER DAWWWWWG( minus the "dawg" part) so i'm all LATER PIMP(minus the "pimp" part)...so he leaves.... like 10 minuites later, my sister calls. WHAT UP HOMIE G VVV?! so i go... NOTHING YOOOOOOO. WHAT UP?! and she's all... HEY, SO YOU'RE STAYING AT YOUR GRANDMOTHER, THE SPAWN OF SATAN'S, HOUSE TIL MONDAY MORNING WHEN SHE'LL TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL! and i'm all OMG NOOOOO *INSERT ME CRYING AND FINDING OUT THAT MY WATERPROOF MASCARA REALLLLLLY ISN'T WATERPROOF*soo... that's where i am. my gmom's house. blahhhhh i HATE it here. with a passion. oh well....

ok... pity post part done. so... on lighter notes...

i signed up for the talent show. i dunno when my tryout will be though. should be super duper fun. gonna sing. but not telling you what!

i walked home with jesus (aka SARAH NEWMAN!) yesterday. it was fun. she came into my house, peed, then was all AWWW! about my puppy page!

oh! i moved back in with my sister! sooooo... yeah. should be a rather fun experience.

um... over a certain boy... so... now we can be friends minus the awkwardness again. sweet.

i found out that those little pockets on the arms of skater hoodies are to put your pot in. or so jesus (aka SARA NEWMAN!) informed me at lunch when i nquired george to why the hoodie i borrowed from him to cover my broke pants zipper had a pocket on the arm.

and... the end. goodbye.