So sometimes when I brake, my car makes a sound that doesn’t sound kosher.My mum did the cutest thing today. She dated a paper, not 2/14/06, but 2/14/ <36. Because it’s Valenties day.
Oh, and from now on, Valentines Day = VD. Always.
So yesterday, I went to ballet, and oh, the delight that my little Sarah brings me. She reminds me so much of myself, only younger. She’s so much cooler than I was when I was 13, though. Alot taller, too. Anywho, I looked a hot mess, and I took my hair down, and she said, “Your hair looks like a lesbian.” It did, I suppose. I thought that was quite hilarious. Then she said, “My hair is very straight.” Actually, it’s curly. But unlesbian.
Steve McGee is so funny. He’s soooo emo sometimes, with his hoodie and all, but most of the time he’s a goofass.
Oh yeah, ballet, I forgot. My feelings were hurt. I’m a good dancer, dammit. I’m not afraid to move out of my comfort zone, unlike you, you… comfortable…hag.
But on the bright side, sometimes I go running in the morning. I was wearing the shorts that Zephyr left at my house… on the very bottom of the leg, they read in about 1/4″ print “SAVE THE REEF.” What a great place for an environmental protection message:
LOOK AT MY LEGS! I’M WEARING COTTON RUNNING SHORTS! AHHHH!
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…(and by the way… protect the reef…)
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But I was wearing those and tube socks (no, I wasn’t cold, I was running, you idiot). And our little neighbor girls who kind of look like boys (Zephyr can second that) who always leave their bikes in the middle of my fucking driveway had built a snowman in the middle of the sidewalk. Well, an ugly dog across the street had caught my attention. I’m talking UGLY. So of course, I wasn’t looking where I was going. I suddenly ran face first into the bigass snowman, knocking its head off and messing up its torso. It wasn’t completely destroyed… until I tried to fix it. I just thought of all the times that those girls leave their bikes in my driveway, so I knocked it the rest of the way over. I took a picture of it today, and the alcoholic who owns the house thought I was taking a picture of her. Pshno.
Oh, and I looked/ felt like a million bucks, as Zephyr’s mom would say, in my new leotard. Woot.
Maybe it’s because of the 5 pounds.
Oh, and I will never ever EVER be in a sorority. Ever. Are those girls still in middle school? WTF, mate?
Oh, and here’s that germ:
He’s sitting atop my wrinkled bedsheets. Isn’t he cutesy? Certainly very cutesy. He’s half Matthew Callis’s.
So in conclusion, I have to be in 2 places at once tonight. Work and rehearsal.
*splits her atoms*
Oh, and by the way, next band I’m in…
Will have punctuation.
Like Panic! At the Disco.
Sex, and Gummybears-
Are you supposed to pause after Panic!? Becuase I do. And I exclaim it. And I do jazz hands.
Panic! At the Disco.