Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?
Here is proof that I am paler than 1 out of 4 average teenaged girls in my city.
Me. Sara. Tegan. And a stereotypical "hott" girl that goes to my school. She is nice. But she should really stop tanning and wearing so much pink. The combination is both deadly and costly. And smells like coconuts 24/7.
And here is proof that A) I have a long torso, and B) I am disliked by my peers.
Is it stupid that it makes me angry when fucking annoying people think they know you? They think you love them? They think they are somehow included in your little circle of glory? Or is it wrong for me to think you lead them on? That you somehow enjoy the attention? I know I've told you better.
I had the worst pizza today. It was burnt and cold and it made me sad.
My week was somewhat jam-packed. Wednesday I went on a field trip to Cleveland for sciencey things. Thursday I went back to Cleveland to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Hard Rock Cafe. That was mucho funo. I saw a lot of great things, most of which I saw two summers ago. Additionally, I bought a fun orange shirt and a Pixies CD, and I was followed by an interesting character in the gift shop. I also consumed a lovely veggie burger. I worked Friday. I worked Saturday. And Saturday night I cried because one of my bosses was an asshole to me and basically told me I was shit. Then a guy from the kitchen saw me crying and questioned me, and I love this guy and maybe he loves me, so he talked to my boss and I got an apology. But I still felt sad. Then the guy from the kitchen who maybe loves me gave me a hug and that made everything melt away.
I have all my prom SHITE together. Let us examine the list:
1.) DRESS: My friend Sara provided me with the dress she wore her freshman year to prom. OK. See Sara beside me in the picture up there? See how friggin' SKINNY she is? Well, she was even skinnier three years ago. But for some fluke reason, her dress fits me like a dream. I'm not going to tell you anymore about it. You'll have to wait in suspense to see the post-prom photos.
2.) SHOES: I bought them Saturday at Fashion Bug for $2. And they are perfect, except that I don't wear high heels, so I have been walking around the house in them lately doing various odd tasks and chores like brushing cat hair off of furniture.
3.) JEWELS: I found a pair of snazzy poser-diamond earrings the other day. So Saturday when I was out shopping, I got a matching poser-diamond bracelet and poser-diamond necklace. Classy.
4.) MAKE-UP: Because I am the make-up genius I am, I am doing my own. I didn't have to buy any new make-up because I have that shit hoarded up to my ears. The focus will be on the red lipstick. I am going to play the eyes down a bit so I don't look too made-up. Red nails. Red toes. And I am doing two others girls' make-up.
5.) HAIR: This is one of the few expenses I made. I have an appoinment with a girl I've never met at a place I've never visited. I want really big curls, but I am scared that won't work with my new Choppy McChoppers bob (which is cut shorter in the back). I am kind of going for a glamourous 50s Marilyn Monroe look. If any of you can provide pictures to suit my wishes (that I can show to the hairdresser), I would appreciate it.
That is going to be one loaded day for me. I need to drink a ton of hot tea and listen to a ton of Wilco to calm me down.
Other cool things Kelland bought recently:
A.) maroon Smiths shirt
2.) green Pixies shirt
$.) baby blue Muse shirt
Green.) two plaid skirts
+.) discotheque flip flops
87.) pleather bracelet
Pizza.) pink shoelaces
#.) earrings
G.) glasses
It's May. That means it's time to bust out your copy of U2's POP, the official soundtrack to warmer weather. Don't own a U2 album because you think they are ego-ridden pieces of retirable rock and roll shit? Well, you suck. I'm sorry. Get your head out of your fucking critical I-strive-to-not-recognize-variety-when-it-slaps-me-in-the-face-and-I-hate-Bono-because-he-does-volunteer-work-in-Africa-obviously-not-because-he-cares-but-only-for-the-"praise"-while-I-sit-on-my-ass-and-eat-porkrines-and-write-dumbass-letters-to-Spin's-editor...
...ass.
That was mean. I'm sorry.
Wait, no I'm not. Not really.
I was waiting on a moment. But the moment never came.
Here is proof that I am paler than 1 out of 4 average teenaged girls in my city.
Me. Sara. Tegan. And a stereotypical "hott" girl that goes to my school. She is nice. But she should really stop tanning and wearing so much pink. The combination is both deadly and costly. And smells like coconuts 24/7.
And here is proof that A) I have a long torso, and B) I am disliked by my peers.
Is it stupid that it makes me angry when fucking annoying people think they know you? They think you love them? They think they are somehow included in your little circle of glory? Or is it wrong for me to think you lead them on? That you somehow enjoy the attention? I know I've told you better.
I had the worst pizza today. It was burnt and cold and it made me sad.
My week was somewhat jam-packed. Wednesday I went on a field trip to Cleveland for sciencey things. Thursday I went back to Cleveland to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Hard Rock Cafe. That was mucho funo. I saw a lot of great things, most of which I saw two summers ago. Additionally, I bought a fun orange shirt and a Pixies CD, and I was followed by an interesting character in the gift shop. I also consumed a lovely veggie burger. I worked Friday. I worked Saturday. And Saturday night I cried because one of my bosses was an asshole to me and basically told me I was shit. Then a guy from the kitchen saw me crying and questioned me, and I love this guy and maybe he loves me, so he talked to my boss and I got an apology. But I still felt sad. Then the guy from the kitchen who maybe loves me gave me a hug and that made everything melt away.
I have all my prom SHITE together. Let us examine the list:
1.) DRESS: My friend Sara provided me with the dress she wore her freshman year to prom. OK. See Sara beside me in the picture up there? See how friggin' SKINNY she is? Well, she was even skinnier three years ago. But for some fluke reason, her dress fits me like a dream. I'm not going to tell you anymore about it. You'll have to wait in suspense to see the post-prom photos.
2.) SHOES: I bought them Saturday at Fashion Bug for $2. And they are perfect, except that I don't wear high heels, so I have been walking around the house in them lately doing various odd tasks and chores like brushing cat hair off of furniture.
3.) JEWELS: I found a pair of snazzy poser-diamond earrings the other day. So Saturday when I was out shopping, I got a matching poser-diamond bracelet and poser-diamond necklace. Classy.
4.) MAKE-UP: Because I am the make-up genius I am, I am doing my own. I didn't have to buy any new make-up because I have that shit hoarded up to my ears. The focus will be on the red lipstick. I am going to play the eyes down a bit so I don't look too made-up. Red nails. Red toes. And I am doing two others girls' make-up.
5.) HAIR: This is one of the few expenses I made. I have an appoinment with a girl I've never met at a place I've never visited. I want really big curls, but I am scared that won't work with my new Choppy McChoppers bob (which is cut shorter in the back). I am kind of going for a glamourous 50s Marilyn Monroe look. If any of you can provide pictures to suit my wishes (that I can show to the hairdresser), I would appreciate it.
That is going to be one loaded day for me. I need to drink a ton of hot tea and listen to a ton of Wilco to calm me down.
Other cool things Kelland bought recently:
A.) maroon Smiths shirt
2.) green Pixies shirt
$.) baby blue Muse shirt
Green.) two plaid skirts
+.) discotheque flip flops
87.) pleather bracelet
Pizza.) pink shoelaces
#.) earrings
G.) glasses
It's May. That means it's time to bust out your copy of U2's POP, the official soundtrack to warmer weather. Don't own a U2 album because you think they are ego-ridden pieces of retirable rock and roll shit? Well, you suck. I'm sorry. Get your head out of your fucking critical I-strive-to-not-recognize-variety-when-it-slaps-me-in-the-face-and-I-hate-Bono-because-he-does-volunteer-work-in-Africa-obviously-not-because-he-cares-but-only-for-the-"praise"-while-I-sit-on-my-ass-and-eat-porkrines-and-write-dumbass-letters-to-Spin's-editor...
...ass.
That was mean. I'm sorry.
Wait, no I'm not. Not really.
I was waiting on a moment. But the moment never came.
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