Okay...
I will start this off by saying I love you moree.
and, that you are the bestestestest friend evarr.
I am texting you right now,
Because your the shit.
You have been my friend for almost two years,
and I have liked you the whole timee.
We haven't ever met,
Which is weird because I could be a creepy old man :D
There isn't much to say other than. you are amazing don't ever sell yourself short and that I love you more. (:
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Tulip Time
Bahaha Ms. Vandenburgh is ranting.
I'm writing a persuasive essay
Hahahaha,
I just remembered.
'Kay, so one time. I was like talking to Kavaciae and like he was all "I'm mexican, essay" Lmfao what?
And THEN my sister boyfriend(at the time wtfuckarethey?) walked into my house and my dad was all (true story) "HEY ESSAY!" Ahahaha.
Who does that?
Anyway, stay tuned for the next two blogs today.
Stay Classy,
Emily.
I'm writing a persuasive essay
Hahahaha,
I just remembered.
'Kay, so one time. I was like talking to Kavaciae and like he was all "I'm mexican, essay" Lmfao what?
And THEN my sister boyfriend(at the time wtfuckarethey?) walked into my house and my dad was all (true story) "HEY ESSAY!" Ahahaha.
Who does that?
Anyway, stay tuned for the next two blogs today.
Stay Classy,
Emily.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Om nom nom.
Three songs that mean a lot to me:
WHOA!
Pause the blog.
This one is about nosey people.
Nosey people seriously annoy the **** out of me!
Seriously?!
'Kay, so this creepy ass guy was like at my house.
And he kept staring at me. like O.O
I was like >.>
Wtff.
Please.
PLEASE.
Get a life.
And like, he was sitting next to me and touched my face.
I wonder if he knows I think he's a total loser and wish death upon him, and his loser friends.
And he was like, sitting next to me, and I was reading Lyndsey blog and LMFAO and then he's reads the screen and is all "What's so funny"
I was like 0.o
"Nothing....?"
Like, and then, his dads creepy friend was reading my IMs behind me.
Jesus H. Christ.
I am getting seriously mad right now.
What a bunch of dumb fucks.
WHOA!
Pause the blog.
This one is about nosey people.
Nosey people seriously annoy the **** out of me!
Seriously?!
'Kay, so this creepy ass guy was like at my house.
And he kept staring at me. like O.O
I was like >.>
Wtff.
Please.
PLEASE.
Get a life.
And like, he was sitting next to me and touched my face.
I wonder if he knows I think he's a total loser and wish death upon him, and his loser friends.
And he was like, sitting next to me, and I was reading Lyndsey blog and LMFAO and then he's reads the screen and is all "What's so funny"
I was like 0.o
"Nothing....?"
Like, and then, his dads creepy friend was reading my IMs behind me.
Jesus H. Christ.
I am getting seriously mad right now.
What a bunch of dumb fucks.
Monday, March 1, 2010
"It's gonna hurt but it heals too"
Okay, so awhile back my therepist suggested I write a letter to myself only focusing on good things, because since I was seven years old I have only been focusing on the bad.
So here we go.
Time for letter to me.
Dear self,
I love how your hair always stays in place.
And I love your friends.
I love how you can go into a conversation self rightous and bitchy and come out caring for your friend who got his or her feelings slightly hurt.
I love how when you were little you liked to take ballet, and catch grass hoppers in the same night.
I love the influence you have on people.
And the way you smile with your eyes.
I love how you can listen to deathcore, and can recanize Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in the first note.
And most of all, I love how you know the difference between a monkey wrench, and a monkey's ass. ;D
So here we go.
Time for letter to me.
Dear self,
I love how your hair always stays in place.
And I love your friends.
I love how you can go into a conversation self rightous and bitchy and come out caring for your friend who got his or her feelings slightly hurt.
I love how when you were little you liked to take ballet, and catch grass hoppers in the same night.
I love the influence you have on people.
And the way you smile with your eyes.
I love how you can listen to deathcore, and can recanize Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in the first note.
And most of all, I love how you know the difference between a monkey wrench, and a monkey's ass. ;D
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