Friday, October 20, 2006

EVERY SINGLE MYSPACE BULLETIN IN THE WORLD other than those lame quizzes and stuff:





xxxxxx


Oh my god. I hate you
all

you are so
stupid

please just leave me
alone

never talk to me
again

stop

just

stop

stop

xxxxx





ps please go to my page and I EXPECT LAVISH REWARDS







Hahahaha I am so witty oh man the hilarity just never ends

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Oh man, my improv skills are the suck.

They are so bad... they are so bad that yo' momma gets embarrassed...

SEE THAT IS HOW BAD THEY ARE

WORST YO' MOMMA JOKE EVER

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Who has realized her dream of owning a beret? I sure have. Oh man it is the best hat ever. People are going to be so sick of me quoting random poetic words and lines throughout the day.

"Universe..... why?"

SHUT UP SHUT UP. SHUP.

"The mind can only-"

SHUT THE HELL UP RIGHT NOW OR I AM GONNA COME OVER THERE AND BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU IF YOU DON'T SHUP RIGHT NOW.

"Alas!"

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Yearbooks. When you're on the committee and you get it, you think... what the hell, this yearbook sucks! Why is this caption wrong? Why is this picture not right? THIS IS ALL WRONG WHO MESSED IT UP.

Yeah, it is pretty depressing. Everyone thinks it is great but al l you can think about is "Holy crap this text is all misaligned." Seriously.

Anyhow, we got our yearbooks yesterday. Surprise surprise. And yeah, I was thinking that. My teacher is probably wigging out because everything is wrong (Okay it isn't that bad, I'm just a bit of a stickler) and he is going to rant at me (not that it is my fault, he will just be venting) and he will talk for the entire period that I am supposed to be doing this volunteer newsletter for him and oh lordy give me strength.

Also, what are you supposed to write in a yearbook that doesn't sounds generically high school? You can't, because you are only in high school. Your maturity isn't there yet, and I am no poet. I ended up writing about some stoned guy on my bus last night who kept asking everyone if they did crack because he knew a guy who sold it. I mean, then I wrote some other generic stuff about how people are great friends, yada yada, and then signed it.

I then proceeded to sign my own yearbook with nice things about me.