I'm sorry...I'm still learning how to speak priss...

LOL. Hi. Apparently I have a twitter now. So....theres ur update. And...the power of the holy spirit is consuming my soul as we speak. Now btw I have the smell of lemons AND the weird-smelling oil he rubbed ALL OVER my head. But. Lately I've been blaming my excitedness on wearing my awesome dress and amazing shoes...but...honestly and truely I was excited about the ceremony too. Kinda disappointed about my turnout of a party tho lol My aunt, uncle, cousin, grandpa, and his girlfriend attended. We breifly ate cake and then everyone left, thus leaving me alone and vulberable to vrai's famous phone-calls of..."hey. you wanna do something?" so i went over her house and watched syndey white and posted a video of myself reacting to dave days for the first time. i dont recomend it. all you do is make weird faces. anyway...im not gonna get all deep and confusing on here tonight. other people can deal with it tonight. love me, hate me, say what you want about me, all of the boys and all of the girls, are begging to if you seek amy...

Girl Next Door

Small town homecoming queen
She's the star in this scene
There's no way to deny she's lovely
Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside she's ugly
Maybe I'm just jealous
I can't help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her
She is the prom queen
I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader
I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk
I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutante
Everything that you want
Never to harsh or too demanding
Maybe I'll admit itI'm a little bitter
Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her
She is the prom queen
I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader
I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk
I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Oh and I'm just the girl next door
I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else
She is the prom queen
I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader
I'm sitting in the stands
I get a little bit, she gets a little more
She's Miss America and... she's Miss AmericaI'm just the girl next door...

When Both Boy and Girl Start Shaking Inside...

Evil plans to be revealed....Dont stop now.

Talk About Something You Can Sure Understand...

I dont know why. But in the morning, walking into the auditorium, I feel like I can feel every eye on me. Like I'm on some type of display. Dont ask. I'm weird. Hmm....apparently I'm a passing ship again, LMAO....srry lol hi. You know how cruel people are to animals being tested on? Its disgusting that we do this to living things that dont know any better. We should be ashamed. I'm like...getting nauseous from the smell of sharpie. I'm doing this pretty cool grafitti thing that I might cut out actually cuz i think it would look even awesomer cut out. But I should've picked better words. Anyway...I polished the stairs, coffee table, and chairs. And I loaded the dishwasher and put away the groceries. Dylan hit me but it only hurt for a couple of minutes he wasn't really trying. I really want people to come over saturday. Whixh explains the cleaning obsession. I'm kinda proud of myself. Which is strange. Lol. So many things I wanna say. Oh god. I make the worst guy in the world. Writing this book about this girl and this guy, but all my guy parts come out extremely lame and I dont like them. At All. GTG. Ttyl.

I hope you heard this song. And it pissed ya off.

Watching Wifeswap. This woman is literally a slave to her husband. Its disgusting. And she thinks this is how it should be. Which is worse. And just finished watching a movie, When Husbands Cheat. BEST MOVIE EVER. GO TO BLOCKBUSTER RIGHT NOW. This woman is strong and powerful and independent, and allows herself to be broken as a mother and wife. Its amazing. Watch it. HELP. I need a slightly controversial yet school appropriate topic to write a persuasive essay on. Got to go. I think I'm gonna be sick watching this woman be a wife. Later.

Hearts, Heads, and Drummers

Alright. I promise I'm sane now. (You're probly going, yeah right.) But really. I've calmed down a lot in the last few hours. Its amazing what happens when you realize things. I'm so confused. It's great. Oh, I'm sorry....did I say sane? I meant INsane....Anyway....hmm...yesterday I watched "Metallica: Some Kind Of Monster" and let me tell you....anyone that can watch it should because its fucking amazing. I learned so much from it and it made me like Metallica a million times more. I need to make a public note of this that I give Lars a lot of credit. I admit that I didn't really think drummers had much of input to like....the financials of a band. NOTE: This is nothings against drummers. I love drummers. I'm dating a drummer and my best friend is a drummer. But, let me explain. They are SPECIAL people and NOT JUST drummers. So....drummers everywhere I owe you a huge apology because of my prejudice. Oh God...I'm gonna stop ranting about drummers now. You what are such funny things? Hearts. Hearts are such funny things. They make you do INsane things....conciously. And think INsane thoughts....and....hearts are funny. Heads however, I'm not very fond of. They get in the way too often. Hearts dont care whats practical or logical. They do what they do best. Impulse. Reaction. Emotion. Heads are different. They ONLY deal with logical and practical. I must admit. I'm torn often. Good night.

Bucket List

Ok....so this weekend SUCKED. with a capital S-U-C-K-E-D. but this weekend has hope. i make my confirmation on sat. (goes whoo-hoo for dress and shoes!) And yeah....so I'm bored. So. TOP FIVE THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE: 1) Complete a book I actually like and think other people would like. 2) Duet with Joan Jett or Nancy Wilson. (Yeah fucking right) 3) See my grandchildren graduate kindergarten, (thus implying i have/had a husband and son/daughter. 4) Have a career which I enjoy. (i.e. lately ive been thinking about singing...i could always write during the day and just do nightclubs or something you know?) and lastly......5) Get over my fears and acheive self-actualization. (Once again....yeah fucking right....but hey, why dream if youre not going to dream big)....I'll post later on something normal if i feel like it......If you wanna get down....down on the ground....cocaine.