Wow. I wish I were european, then I'd be fucking hot as hell. My hormones have been going crazy all weekend up until now and are soon to upgrade to drunken David Lee Roth crazy. I am sorry if you now think of me as a ditzy dipshitted shitheaded teenage girl, but perhaps I really am.
My bullshit Xanga has hot sex all over it, including a gorgeous portrait of myself.
My computer has gone away to be fixed. There's so many viruses on it that even my dad got so angry to pull an Axl on it. Yes, my dad pulled an Axl on my computer. He hit it. He called it a son of a bitch. He pulled a 100% genuine Axl.
Today was fine. Being it was a B day, I expected less from it. Turns out it was the opposite. In french we watched this old non-dialogue (how ironic) movie called The Red Balloon, or Le Ballon Rouge. Yeah, you fuck, I actually learned some french today. It was about the cutest little boy and his huge ass magic red balloon. At first I was hoping that it was made current enough so that he's my age right now and is really hot. Then I found out that it was made in 1956.
During history I had to take a piss real bad, and asked to go to the bathroom. There were two people in two stalls. So I went to the upstairs one. There was another person in another stall. I ended up not going. This taught me a lesson - either the explosisve genes inherited from my parents are starting to kick in, or that this is an omen that there is herpes spread all over the toilet seats.
Oh shit, my mom is grilling more barbecue or whatever the fuck it is. I can smell it. Yeah, we like to barbecue in the middle of January, got a fucking problem with that? It's you that's got the problem. You're the one who cries all winter because you can't eat barbecue, while we sit in our toasty house and eat to our heart's desire. (only to die sooner, but who gives a fuck, we're going to be with Elvis) You try to go out and eat it, but somehow it pulled a Coke-a-Cola and you found a pubic hair on your beef.
Since Mr. Bell doesn't allow us to eat in class, I had to hide my Starbust in my binder while some sorry fuck has to read more from the drivers' manual to the class and try to open it from there. It's funny how I make crumpling noises with the wrappers and drop a lemon one on the floor, pick it up along with my other trash, read to the class with a strawberry one in my mouth and not get caught, while this other kid got caught by merely putting a bag of food back into his bag causing the teacher to take it and throw it away.
Some things are starting to inspire me to buy velcrow shoes. But if I ever do, I might as well declare myself retarded and handicapped. Well I've already declared myself to half of that sentence.
The english teacher forgot that I had to take a fucking test, so I didn't have to go all the way to the library to write crap on pieces of paper only to have it returned as a giant red ink pad, like someone put a chipmunk on my paper and stuck the chipmunk and the paper between a clamp. Instead, I watched this crappy flop movie called The Crucible, starring Winona Ryder. I think I watched an E! True Hollywood Story on her once and it said that that movie was a total fucking, disappointing flop. And it was. I would have much preferred watching The Great Gatsby, for at least that movie had a lot of praise.
Also, The Crucible had tits in it which I find not to be a turn on. This stupid ugly fuck sitting behind me kept saying all this crap after the chick on the screen dances around ass naked like, "WHOA! THAT WAS NIPPLE RIGHT THERE!" This other ugly prick, when someone asked what the movie was rated after seeing that flash of porn, said, "It's rated T for titties!" Come on, she wasn't even fucking a dude. It was nothing but girls dancing a frog in a bowl in the forest.
Christina N. @ 5:37 PM
