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I have nothing particularly interesting or relevant to say here, but I figured it was about time to post again.

I was trying to clean house earlier, but by the time I had gotten halfway done my roommate came though and undid everything I'd already done, so now I am eating cereal.

I did succeed in cleaning up my bedroom spic-span, and it looks rather lovely. I want to get new furniture for my room. I had a realization recently that having the same shitty particle board dresser I've had since I was eleven is rather ridiculous, even if I did slap a coat of paint over it once upon a time. I'm also tired of having my twin mattress on the floor. Other things I am tired of: Hello Kitty, unicorns, and cupcakes. I appreciate all the people who have contributed to these whims over the years, but people just keep buying this shit for me, and I no longer need to collect the same things as a fourteen year old girl*.

I think I want to rent a dumpster and just throw away everything I own and start over.

That being said, from the annals of my fourteen year old lifestyle:




We shaved that day.



Pimp slap hand is the new "West Coast" sign. Potato face is the new sneer. My hair is pink. Don't ask me how that happened.

I'm looking forward to prom.


This update is so fucking pointless.