You've broken up with your old band and are about to release your first solo album. Please write the liner notes:

To my old band, you all suck. Hope you enjoy my music. I couldn't have had this amazing solo career without breaking up with you first. I mean, let's be honest. You guys were holding me back. Love you all!

xoxo - Deegin

Currently Listening To: Not much of anything.

Haha. No, I couldn't be that mean, especially if that were to be published! But, regardless. I wouldn't be in a solo act. I cannot sing. I can dance. But I cannot sing. But if I were in a band, mannn. That's what's up.

My friend is taking a trip to Canada. Without me. I will never meet Alex Evans. Sucks. Very much so.

So. I'm a terrible person, I have a virus on my computer, and I need to buy a flash drive. A ton of colleges have a deadline for applications due by.. uh.. tomorrow. And I have so much to do. So much, that I cannot even fathom where to start. I know I have a ton to do, but I don't know what. This is so completely stressful, that I'm considering not going to college. Ughhh. Convince me? Ha. Charley & Brandon. I need yewwww.

xoxox

You've successfully slain the dragon! How will you toast your marshmallows?

WHAT!?! Why on earth would I have killed the dragon?! Dragons are quite possibly the coolest things on the face of this earth. That, and shiny rocks at renaissance festivals.

Currently Listening To: About a Girl - The Academy Is

Well. I haven't been on here in an ungodly time. Sorry about that. Anyways, I have tons to talk about. Lucky youuuuu.

First item up for business. Girls. Drama. Stupidity. I have had a revelation today. Girls are so dramatic, & our emotions do change with the wind. I would hate to be a guy trying to figure out if a girl likes you or not. Ever heard of the song "Mood Rings" by Relient K? I believe that we should really do such things. If you have never heard the song, shame on you. But here's the basis of the song:

"and i've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man
let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
so we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off
cause we'll know just what they're thinking"

How smart is that? No more guessing, no more rejection. Gah, its perfect. Of course, somehow, that would be impending on some right we have in the constitution, conveniently. But I'm convinced it would work. Next item of business, though.

Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. (My apologies Charley for copying this ;D). What the hell. I can't figure them out. Can someone please write a rule book for them? I'll right one for you about girls. Actually. That'd be a good blogging idea. All blogs relating to girls, rules (per se) for girls, and what to do/not to do around them. Hmm. I just may do that.

100 Do's & Dont's for Boys

I like it. Anyways, if I'm starting a paragraph like that, its obviously going to be a long, and in depth topic. So.. ready? Buckle up buttercup, and fly awayyyy.

First boy. Cute boy with four wheeler. Remember him? If not, I'll jog your memory: met him at my seasonal job, started flirting with him, he flirted back, we exchanged numbers, started talking every night, found out he had a girlfriend. WTF, right? Yeah, no. Its happened to me before, so this isn't an oddity. Anyways, I kind of liked this cute kid with a four wheeler. & he kept hitting on me, flirting hard core, etc. So I kind of fell for him. He was, essentially, my soul mate. Ha, now, that seems a bit drastic, but for the person I write this section about, they understand my terminology. Anyways, I decided to just be friends with him, because he is awesome. He just, has a girlfriend. They always do. But! One Saturday not too long ago, he messed up. Royally. And pissed me off. Now we don't talk at all, which is quite a shame. I conveniently relied on my 7pm phone call. It always came. And it never lasted less than two hours. Stupid kid. Needless to say, he's out of my life.

Second Boy. My best friend. He got a Mustang about a week and a half ago. And I got to ride in it. Terrible how boys buy cars to get action in them. Personally, I couldn't see myself having sex in that back seat; too small. But hey, whatever floats your boat, I suppose. Anyways, I hung out with him the other day. & he wants a girlfriend, or whatever, right? Well. I have made it evident that he and I will never date. It would be weird. I can't picture it. So we hung out, and he drove me all around in his Mustang yesterday, and it was fun. But of course, he had to make things awkward, and hit on me. We tried playing strip poker, but I quit early. And then we played Wii. Which I pwned. And let me say something first, this kid has always been attracted to me. Ever since grade school and what not. But seriously? I don't want a boyfriend right now, and certainly not my best friend. I'm not to that maturity level where I can get passed the best friend-ness and date him. I can't do it.

Third Boy. Kid I met a while back, about two months ago. He lives about 30 minutes away, and he's kind of sweet. Friday night I was chilling with my cousin who lives out by him, and upon not finding a thing to do, I called this kid, half jokingly, and asked him what he would do if I showed up at his doorstep. He said his parents were chill with it, so we went. This was around... 7 pm or so, & my cousin had to be home at 8pm. (Lame, I know!) So we could only stay for around 40 minutes. Anyways, my cousin was antisocial the entire time (how we are related, I'll never know), and me, this kid's dad, brother and himself, all played pool. Sweet, right? Yeah, it was. I was on his dad's team, and we completely kicked their asses. But hey, I'm a girl, and I do that sometimes :) Regardless, my cousin likes this kid's little brother. Let's say, this kid's name is Henry, kay? So my cousin likes Henry's little brother, who likes me. Henry himself also has taking quite a liking to me, and I like neither of them. Goodness, what a soap opera this could make. Anyways. So, upon leaving Henry's house to take my cousin home, his dad invited me back, as I didn't have curfew until 1am. So, I accepted his proposal. Getting in the car, my cousin flips her shit at me for agreeing to go back & chill with him. But wait! Before you take her side, I asked her 4 times how she felt about this, & if she wanted me to go back to her house, all chances she had she ignored by shrugging her shoulders. So, me, not wanting to deal with her antisocialness, agreed to go back to Henry's house. (I love my cousin, but if you knew her, you would agree to stay away from her when she's in her antisocial slumps. It can get brutally nasty). So. I go back to Henry's house. And his brother comes over and says, "hey, this is the coolest movie ever. Go upstairs and watch it with my brother" Set up? I think so. But I reluctantly follow Henry (whom I know likes me at this point in time) to his study, where we proceed to watch the movie. He kept flirting with me hardcore, which of course is expected. I mean, look at me. (HA. Kidding). But I started flirting back, and then his mom came in. I LOVE THIS WOMAN. She is quite possibly the greatest mother on the face of the earth. She brought me food. Anyways, I chatted with him mom while Henry went to get something to drink. She left, and then the movie resumed. Then... I did the unspeakable. Andddd.. I kind of wanted to kiss him. So. I did. Twice. And I feel pretty skanky since I can't keep my hormones in check long enough to decide who I like & who I don't. Spectacular, no? Like, he's a sweet kid. He really is. And I'd date him. But he's a bit clingy, and he lives so far away. Ickk. Distance.

Fourth Boy. So, I work with this one. He goes to a college down south, about 100 miles from where I live. He came up for Thanksgiving and we were supposed to hang out. By the way, this is the sexiest boy I've seen in a while. He's resuming his studies as a Junior this year, and is going to be a cop. Hell freaking yes he is. As if he couldn't get any more sexy. Ha. Sorry. I got a little carried away there. Anyways. He has been texting me everyday for the past... three weeks or so. And I quite enjoy our meaningless conversations. And he has been saying that in May, we're going to date. I would tell the story about that one, but its much too long. Anyways. He's a legit nice guy, thus far. They always are. Then they show their true colors as assfucks. Mmm. Regardless, I spent the night at a friends last night, and sexy boy wanted to hang out. He text me a few times, and even called me. Now. I've been kind of smitten by this boy's looks for about two years now. We just started to get to know each other last week. Him calling me? Huge. But! I didn't get any of these texts or calls. Why? Because my best friend happens to live in boofoo and has no service in her house. Thus, I didn't get to hang out with my sexy boy. But I did get to see him today before he went back down to college. Goodness, he looks good :) But we're from different worlds. He's kind of a party goer, I am not. Well, I love parties, but I'm not into getting drunk. Or drinking. Or smoking. Or any of the above sorts. And I'm just a little kid. He's a junior. Two different worlds right there. But whatever happens, happens I guess. I've decided not to get involved. If he makes an effort to make a relationship, then I'll go along. But I'm not going out of my way on this one.
Fifth Boy. Hahaha. Kidding. There's no fifth boy. If there was, I'd be a class A skank.

Why is it that the word 'kid' has a masculine connotation to it? Whenever you here someone say, "Oh, I'm hanging out with this kid", you assume a boy? I guess because we say chick for girls. Just thought about that the other day.

Good Lord. Why is it the girl's fault when we do something identical that a guy does? This has just occured to me for the second time in two days. Alright. First instance. I say, 'Hey boy, let's hang out', to which unofficial plans were made. Nothing like, movies at 7, but something along the lines of, yeah, let's. But I was blown off. But when I blow someone off, unintentionally, I get yelled at. WTF. Second instance. Boy says he'll call me back in 20 minutes. He doesn't. For two hours. Now, I could really care less; I was preoccupied during this time, and I didn't really care whether or not he called me back or not. But when I say that I'll call him back, and don't because I'm making plans for Thanksgiving, all hell breaks loose. Hmm. Alright. COOL.

My Thanksgiving. How was it, you ask? Terrible. Miserable, really. My aunt & I do not get along well. Why? We are both bitches, to put it blatantly. And she always makes snide remarks about me whenever we're at family functions. So on Thanksgiving, she said something like, "Oh, look. You're smiling? God, get all the cameras out of the room. Don't want any lenses broken". First off, bitch, I have a better smile than your crooked snaggle tooth one that you carry around. Second, I wasn't going to let her ruin my awesome holiday. So I simply said, "Yup. God forbid that happen". To which she flips her shit. Calling me a bitch, a terrible person, and anything else she could think up. Meanwhile, my mother, cousin, and grandparents sitting there, silently. I deal with this often, so it wasn't something shocking. But regardless, I cried. Then, she proceeded to blame it on me. I hate my family, aside from my cousin and grandfather. Sweet Thanksgiving, right?

College applications are kicking my ass. I hate when my phone randomly dies. Boys drive me insane. I hate when my knees hurt. Headaches are a daily thing for me now. Lil Wayne is spectacular at what he does. I hate being half hungry/half not. I just became extremely downtrodden. In a matter of minutes. Scary. The Killers will always have my attention, too.

Lionesses have no manes. How do they know when they've grown up?

Uhh. I have no idea. I guess when they're all big & fat and such. I mean. When they get all big and fat. Pregnancy would be a dead give away too, I suppose. But look at the little guy over there. Ain't he just a doll baby?

Currently Listening To: Nonsense

Why, I feel like I haven't given this blog the good old attention that it needs. Hmm. Quite disappointing, really. Or maybe it just shows that I actually do have a life. Ha. That was funny.

Louisiana was spectacular, to say in the least. I loved it. I hated Tulane, which was the original reason for my going down there, but it ended up being okay in the end, because I visited LSU, and fell deeply in love. Its seriously like Hogwarts, only in the version of summer. Sweet, right? :)

And onto my cute boy sitchee-ayshun. You see, I was infatuated with my cute boy. (If you're lost, loves, view my previous kajillion posts, & you're bound to catch up). Well. We ran into a little problem two days ago. Apparently, he was still dating whore girlfriend. Ew, gross!, I know. But still. So. He made it appear that they had broken up. I mean, to the best of my knowledge, he had said that they had, or at least insinuated this. To be honest, I truly can't remember; it was a while ago. But regardless! The story continues.

So. I'm sitting here thinking, 'Ohhh. Sexy boy single now? Mmm.' And I was very content with this line of thinking until the dumbass kid that first told me that he & the skank bag were dating originally, bursted my bubble, yet again. God. That kid can go suck his own dick. Hehhh. Anyways. So, he's all like, 'Uhh, dude. They're still dating...' Which made me a smidgen angry, naturally. So, upon not jumping to irrational conclusions, I decided to go straight to the source (not cute boy, but the skank bag) and ask her. What do you know. They're still dating. So last night, on one of our late night conversations, me & cute boy sat down and discussed this little problem. I'm not okay with being lied to, so he can get him some. Nuhh uh. So. We talked for quite a bit. And things were resolved.

So. I've decided. I can only be friends with this cute boy, nothing more. He will break my heart in two. So. I've painfully decided. To only be friends with him. Or, this possibility just fluttered into my head, I could become extremely good friends with this kid, single or not. Then, if on the off chance, he and his girlfriend break up, and a month goes by, and he still pursues a possible more intense relationship, then so be it. But only if he pursues such a relationship will I comply. I will not be the one calling the shots. I'm completely happy with just being friends. Ehhh. Kind of. Damnit. He's just so damn cute.

Moving on. Hypocrites. Liars. Skanks. I hate them all. If you just happen to fall under one of those catorgories, don't bother wasting my time and get the hell out of my life now. Save us both the trouble. Because really, you aren't worth my time.

What sparked this angst inside such a petite feminine frame, you ask? About four years of taking shit from one hypocritical bitch who I've tried to be friends with merely for the sake of avoiding fights, as we hang out with the same people. If you can't be real with me, don't bother with me at all. Simple as that, kids.

You don't talk shit about my friends, not expect me to tell them, and then get pissed when I do. Nuhh uh. I don't play that game. You talk shit, you get hit. You're not going to be nice to my face, then a bitch behind my back. I don't play that game. And if you do, get the fuck out of my life. I don't want anything to do with you.

Haha. Think this is about you? It probably is.

I'm really not hard to get along with, in actuality. I give you the respect you give me. I like boys, and I don't eat red meat. Occasionally I have my days, but if you just ignore me, you'll do fine. I'm not complicated. Unless you're a boy. Then my emotions change about you quite frequently. My bad, in advance, loves.

Oh. Marriage. I don't plan on doing that anytime soon or in the future. But that middle ring is pretty spectacularrrr :) I mean, maybe so if I find that 'special someone', ha. But really. No one is going to give up their life of singletude to put up with me day in and day out. Noo way. And if they do, why, I'll marry them right there on the spot.

This morning started terribly. My dad came storming into my room, shouting profanities at me, yelling at me for my unclean room. Really? I had a few clothes on the floor. Gah. He can go fall in a hole somewhere. And apparently I'm grounded until further notice. Or until I get rid of my bunny. If you would like a mini rex, get in touch. He looks like this little guy ------------->

Awww. Look at him. Ain't he adorable? He's free, too. Mmm. Cute free bunny that's fluffy and lovable? How do you lose? He's also potty trained. Buy that little guy a litter box, and you're good to go! See, he's a nice bunny. He doesn't bite.

Anyways, he has super soft fur. & my God. I swear. If you eat him, or say something about eating him,

I HATE YOU.

Whoops! Your tongue is now a magnet. Whatever will you use for silverware?

Wow. Well. Woodenware sounds good to me. Or hands and fingers. And my tongue? As a magnet. That would play hell with kissing someone with peircings, would it not? Owww.
-_-

Currently Listening To: A bunch of obnoxious chit lens in my study hall. Ugh.

FYE. For Your Entertainment? Or For Your Elephant? Either way, there's a super cute boy that works at the one in my mall. But I haven't the balls to go back in again and buy something, let along say anything clever to him.

And just this period, I got married. To a stunner stud muffin. But! Upon the slip of my (apparently magnetic) tongue, I brought up the conversation of polygamy. Le Gasp! Angered, my newly appointed husband logged off of his computer, and stormed away. Now, being in the doghouse, I must regain his love and get out of this terrible house of dogs. I believe that by baking him a batch of snickerdoodles, I shall regain my trust with him, and all shall be well. And maybe, my marriage can be saved.

Aren't papier mache cuts the worst?

Papier Mache is is wet. You can't get cut by wet things. Unless! You get a paper cut from the paper before it is dipped in the paper mache goo, THEN you may get a cut. But its just as bad as a normal paper cut. LAME QUESTION, YET AGAIN BLOGSPOT.

HOW AWESOME IS THAT PAPER MACHE PIGGY?!? ---^^

Okay, anyways. Last night, another three hour conversation with cute boy with a four wheeler went underway. What did we talk about for three entire hours, you may ask? Quite honestly, I'm not really sure. We talked about everything, and yet nothing at the same time. We talked about the future and the past. We talked about the present, and today. It was everything on this world and the next. It was, in a nutshell. Weird. But not in the 'eww!' kind of weird. In the 'I don't know what's going on' weird. If that makes any sense, at all?

Well. I'm convinced that this drive down to Louisiana tonight is either going to suck balls or be awesome. Seeing as my mom is going, I'm going with the option of its going to suck. But! My other parents (not really, biological, or remarried. Its quite complicated, & I'll explain later) are going along with my (not biological) sister. My other parents are cool as hell. But my mom? She's.. uh.. quite the handful.

So. Onto explaining the complex and vast idea of my family. You see, I have I believe, three current families. No, my parents haven't divorced, remarried, or cheated on one another. You see, I have this best friend in the entire world, and she's pretty damn cool. And we are so close in our relationship, that we call each other's parents mom and dad, and refer to one another as sisters. People at our school don't recognize us without the other, as we're so close.

My other other family, another one of my best friend's families, also has agreed to take me in if ever I needed them. I love each one of my families; they're freaking awesome.

On the topic of loving people so much, I've decided that I'm either too nice, too dedicated to other people, or the world just sucks. If you're one of my best friends, I will do anything for you. But I've been walked on and dicked over too many times. I'm thinking that the world sucks ass and I'm just too dedicated to making people happy. But hey. It happens, I suppose. I'd rather be stepped on than be the one stepping, you know? In retrospect to my position, I'm quite content. But in the microcosm of this spectra, I'm not really down with it.

Dude. Selena Gomez is pretty freaking cute. (NOTE: I'm straight). And Vanessa Hudgens? Ha. She's got nothing on Selena. Miley Cyrus is up there, too. Speaking of, I'm going to have to get around to uploading those pictures of me and her sometime soon. Well nuts.

Class is almost over, which means that my designated blogging hour is almost over. GAH! And my freaking phone died. What the hell is that about. How am I supposed to talk to people with a dead phone?! I mean. No one does that, because that's bad. Just like no one checks their voicemails during homeroom. CHARLEY.

I need new music. & to catch up on Charley & Brandon's blog. Good God, what have I started? A blogging revolution, perhaps? Maybe. I dunno. I've noticed I tend to start trends sometimes. HAHAHAHA. That last sentence was full of hubris. Ew. English. Sharon? You're.. I don't even know. I don't even know.

Good afternoon, evening, or morning bloggers ;3 I love yewww. In a non-creepy kind of way.

Come up with some possible band names for your group that features a washboard and a styrofoam tuba.

Greatest band ever? I mean really, when it comes down to it, that's the only three words that could accurately describe what goes down when me and my styrofoam tuba get it onnnn. yeahhh. :D

Currently Listening To: Who's Going Home With You Tonight - Trapt

Eek. Last night, was, in one word, awesomesauce-with-a-side-of-strawberries. I think I found my soul mate, in the words of my best friend Charley... Cabbard. Do you know her? She's quite the lady. And hey boys, she's single, and on the prowl ;D

And four wheelers? Win. Mudding? Win. Alcohol? Ew. Drugs? Bleh. But four wheelers? Now that's where its at. Good God blogspot, you have, yet again distracted me from doing what I'm supposed to be doing, my research paper. Anddd English questions. But hey. This is much more entertaining and fun.

Gah. I've come to the conclusion that I don't believe in love. I really, truly don't, I think. I don't know, I just can't fathom it. Like, don't get me wrong. I love my parents, and my best friends, truly and unfailingly. But with boys? Its weird. I can't picture myself ever loving a boy. And hold up! That's not saying I'm digging girls, now. Because I'm completely straight. But loving boys? I just can't picture myself doing such a thing. But hey. Maybe this boy will work out. Maybe not. They never do.

I just got out of a Veteran's day ceremony. It was very nice and well put together. So, please, thank your veterans, and observe today in honor of them. Because no matter where you are, your army is fighting for you.

Alright. time to work on my stupid questions. Good bye bloggers ;3

In the dream where you show up to school naked, why do you never go swimming?

Well. Skinny Dipping. At School. Where people can see right through the pool's clear blue water. Ermm. Sounds like a whore move, personally. I don't want no one all up in my business like that. Thus, my reasoning for why I never go swimming at my school naked.
Oh, & the fact that my lame school fails to have a swimming pool help a little too, you know.

Currently Listening To: Charley go on about Cheese & Jack in the boxes
(not a song, I realize. But its what's happening on my end)

Well. Last night. That was uh.. fun? It actually ended up very very well and I enjoyed the hour long conversation I had with the boyfriend. (if you appear to be confused, please see yesterday's post). So I talked to him for an hour, and he's got to be the sweetest person ever. Why he would ever date someone as stupid as her, I'll never know. But then again, I have not much grounds to make my accusations on, as I'm not exactly the queen of keeping my hormones in check. Heh. Look at me now. Apparently I was talking to another boy with a girlfriend.
Boy, do I know how to pick them ;P

This is going to be a short blog, again, because I'm in school. Anxiously wondering if anyone got beat up at the boyfriend's school, and whether or not my name will have a suffix after it.
Deegin Moyle whore

I could see it happening, and hell, it wouldn't surprise me if it did. The girlfriend's a bitch and doesn't treat him right. & I'm so not okay with that.

But they broke up today. Which means my new best friend is single. And its going to stay that way for a while. I ain't getting into that drama. Not for a longgg time. Or at least until Charley's advice wears out and I start to like him again. Well, more than I do now.

Hope you all are having a super spectacular day. I am :D

You get to ride the big roller coaster three times in a row. What will keep your dad from taking a bite out of your candy apple?

Hahahaha. What the hell. Where are these questions coming from? They sound like something my mother would ask me. By the way, I'm convinced she was a multimillion dollar crack whore once upon a time in her 'young years'.
Those were gone about 20 years ago. But she doesn't understand, I guess.
Regarding this question. My dad is a pansy ass and wouldn't be on the roller coaster with me. He'd be eating my candy apple. Because I hate them. The only thing that would stop him was seeing the ride picture of me kissing the boy in the seat next to me ;D

Currently Listening To: Bonfire - Craig Morgan

So. I just found out that the boy I like has been leading my on for about two weeks and has a girlfriend. Now, let's not freak out. This is the second time this has happened to me. So I've created a pretty dense wall of strength, and I'll make it out of this unaffected. Again. Haha. Boys are lame. Like, for realll. Oh, & he has no idea I know of his significant other ;D (and the plot thickens!)
I also found out today that two of my best friends in the entire world would go lesbian for me. I love them very dearly. But I'm not thinking that going gay is in my future. And after proposing the idea to my mother jokingly, she only replied 'No. I want grandchildren.' Well goodness, mom. I won't follow my heart just because of your selfish needs. Not really. But if I was in a worse mood, I probably would have meant that.
Actually, contrary to the current circumstances, I am in a spectacular mood. I've created a fool-proof plan for making this kid realize he's a complete ass hole, while teaching him a lesson on why he shouldn't be a dick face. Some may call this being a bitch. Some, revenge. I say justice!
Do you know how funny, entertaining and terrible it is to be mean with a cause? Now. I'm not promoting violence, abuse of any kind, or revenge. I'm just saying, in my situation, I feel that I can be all 'awww, i like you a lot' and really be 'what the hell. i wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole'. I find it humorous. Yes. Call me spiteful. Terrible. A Bitch. All of the above, anyone? I think any negative adjective fits my behavior right now. But I don't care what you think ;D You're not going to lead me on, have a girlfriend, and when questioned about her, say she's a retard and completely ignore the subject altogether. Really? Freaking man up, dude. And grow a pair. I did. You can too.
I'm thinking this post is going to revolve all around me venting about this. Not that I have much to vent about, as my best friends have already heard it all. Charley, I love yewwww :) Ha. He has no idea that I know about his little girlfriend. And he's still hitting on me, still flirting with me, and still trying to get with me. Really boy? I thought you were awesome. Too bad you suck your own dick. (That felt good for me to say-guess I have a little spite built up against this boy).
Charley, I hope you're reading this. I'm... in your own words, using this blog which "exercises my creative writing skills". Go Firefox for catching that spelling mistake I just made, but you didn't see because of the pwnsome powers of the fox of fire! KaPOW! :D

Well. Onto another aspect of this little fiasco. This guy's girlfriend wants my number. Cool. I'm down with that. But what are her intentions? To cuss me out and blame me? I'm not okay with that. If she's calling to see what's happening rationally, I'm down. Ha, let's get real. 16 year old girl who just found out her boyfriend has been cheating on her all while she's been cheating on him with God knows who. Hmm. I'm going with the first option ;) as its more probable.
Gah. Ignorance truly is bliss. Especially when I'm the one with the power. Ohh. I'm deceiving those around me to change my appearance to make it seem like I'm innocent, but really, I'm being clever and astute. WHAT THE HELL. Shakespeare knew what he was talking about with appearances versus reality. Damnn. He's good. Watch out world, I'm the new Macbeth.
So I should be working on my research paper. Which is due technically Monday. But I'm turning it in early. Which means I should have it done by Friday. But I'll be in Louisiana Friday. Thus, it has to be done by Thursday. Ohh goodness. Well, I can do it. I can. I'm the Macbeth of the Millennium, err'body.

Hahahaha. I just got off the phone with the girlfriend. No cussing out. No bad mouthing. Nothing. She's such a nice and sweet girl. I like her. Makes me angry. He's dumb. He does have a flirty personality, but he never acted as though he had a girlfriend. Because usually, boys like to flaunt their females, and not try to get with other girls. But whatever. I guess I assumed the best in someone again. What a let down. He had a four wheeler. Oh well. I deserve better, and quite frankly, so does his girlfriend. I feel terrible now. Shitt.
But then again, I'm glad she sees that he's not as faithful as she thought. Less heart break for her in the end. I'll get blamed for this, of course. But whatever. I don't really truly know either of them. But I'd like to get to know his girlfriend. She seems super sweet :) maybe I just met my next best friend. Well, look at that. Something good came out of this little fiasco.


Gah. Really. High school drama is so lame. I'm so glad this is my last year in this hell. Then I'm college bound! I can't wait. I'm so super excited. And visiting this weekend will be spectacular! New Orleans, here I come! Louisiana or Bust!

Goodnight everyone. Charley, you too. & Brandon. And girlfriend. You're super spectacular. Keep shining like a star.

You moved the pot before the coffee stopped brewing. Do you smell the mountains or the burro?

Shwa? Firstly, if I moved the coffee pot before it stopped brewing, as I usually do at my work, I get burned. I don't smell either the mountains or the burro, I smell gross coffee smells.
Because, yes, I hate coffee.

Currently Listening To: Nothing

Ha. The whole 'blogging everyday' bit didn't last long, eh. Oh well. Nobody's perfect, I suppose. Speaking of. Meeting Miley Cyrus was interesting. She's got to be the cutest person I've ever seen. She's sooo tiny! And she's short. I've got about 3 inches on her. But its chill, as she's adorable. But a skank on stage. Goodness. Has she no decency? :3 Like really honey, we know you're cute. But cover your cooty.

I'm supposed to be applying to college right now. But blog world, you have, yet again, stolen my attention. I have the attention span of a deceased gold fish already, and you, internet, never cease to remind me.

Metro Station opened for her, which I truly enjoyed. I love Mason Musso, as earlier stated in my blogging entries, but I still think its a bad move on their part to tour with her. Let's be honest. They're famous, and they enjoy it. They get high before every show, drunk every night, and always have girls hanging on them. Do they really want to change their audience from 17 year old females to screaming eight year olds? I wouldn't think so, but hey. I'm not them.


And that beautiful campus to the left, is where I want to go to college. I'm going to be a lawyer. You just watch me. LSAT?! Ha. Lame. Anyways. I guess I should get back to what I was originally set out to do. And apply to college so I don't fail at life anymore than I already have. So good morning blog watchers ;D and good bye!