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.
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.
i mishh yooo, deegin moyle.
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