Alright, So.

i'm done being creepy jealous girl. what in the fuck was i thinking?
i blame my period. yup. i was definitely hormonal at the time.
cough.
bet that's awkward for you, hmm?

anyhoo.

school starts up again real soon, and i am not ready for that shit.
marching band starts up even sooner.
fuck the saxophone. it's unimportant in life.
i would rather sit around all day and listen to classical music (minus saxophones) on musicovery.com.
sigh.
school. fuck school.
what good does school do?
and don't tell me "well, it educates you for the real world," because if school had never started, then we would all be dumb asses and everything would be fine. so shuddafuckup.

currently i am uninterested in dating anyone, but i do have a lot of fun toying with men. i know that some of them wouldn't date me, ever, which is great. but i'm still bitchy enough to mess with the guys that are interested.
luckily, i'm fifteen and never been kissed, so we don't have to worry about me messing around PHYSICALLY. 'sall good, right?
unless, of course, men can't take my stupid emotional fuckwittage (oh no! i've become a fuckwitter!) when all they really want is physical stuff, anyway... shiiiit. oh, well... i don't think i mess with anyone who could hurt me (anymore).

hmmm. well.
let's see.
i've been very melodramatic about my parents recently...
hmm...
been school shopping for clothes....
hmmmmm...
that's really about it. OH!
the stupid youth praise team thing!

my youth pastor, chris paul, is constantly nagging me about joining the youth praise team because he HEARD somewhere that i can sing. well, that's great, chris. i always tell him no, but i guess my word just isn't good enough. so he called my mother and told her about this damned CD that our youth praise teams were making, and of course mother just HAD to sign me up straightaway! so i was stuck spending about twenty hours on this shitty CD and did i mention i'm an ATHEIST?
gawwwd!!
you should hear this shit. the middle school praise team is seriously terrible. neither of the singers can sing and the drumming is bloody terrible.
the high school (me) is O.K., i suppose, if you like only being able to hear one person singing well and one person who constantly hits all the wrong notes...
we were at the recording studio from ten or eleven to seven-ish.
isn't that just WONDERFUL?
god DAMN it!

but, anyway. that's about it.
who reads this shit, anyway?

check out my facebook graffiti, and show your goddamn friends, goddamn it:
http://apps.facebook.com/superwall/view.php?id=1082150310&owner_id=506088354
you probably CAN'T, if you're a stranger.
so i guess you'll have to be my FRIEND, GODDAMN IT.