i promise im not trying to be vulgar. too much.

the thing about blogging is you have to be very careful what you write.
i never know who is secretly blogstalking me.
I could write something about this annoying acquaintance who gives me the biggest pain in the butt, but since we are facebook friends, i take a risk of being b.s.-ed [blogstalked.]
i make fun of my grandma- b.s.-ed.
i talk about my huge crush on a boy. b.s.-ed.
i complain about my best friend. b.s.-ed.
you get the point.
its all b.s.
and i love it anyway.

the case of the moving girl

oh dang it, im moving.
oh wait, i already did, suckkkkaaa.

next step, moving to murray.
hah, if i could even get any money.
i need a second job, maybe even a third one.

things im aspiring to accomplish:
being better at thinking of funny romantic things to say.
developing patience.
being better at homework.
fixing this stomach problem.
obtaining a large amount of money.

please keep me in check on this. any assistance will be accepted.


on the other hand, these are the things i want to brag about:
my hair.
the fact that i got an excellent job.
my survival to the age of 21.


yaaaaaboyyyyyy.

unless you are alanis morisette, please pronounce 'figures' the correct way.

how did i get so bad at blogging? sometimes i think im beginning to lost all my creativity and spunk. but then i rememeber its just summer and im too lazy. H, its summer, so i should have so much to blog about. bblllooooggggggg. well maybe once i get out of my gay math class, i will have the energy to be clever again.
maybe its because all i can think of is mushy things or possibly just nonsense i am too embarrassed to share with anyone.


and i do not want to embarass myself. [lolzz]

ok, ok, i get it. my lack of a life is producing little to nothing to blog about. it is concluded.
shush.