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So Sarah and Kauany posted. Oh that makes me so happy. I just got back from viewing fireworks (pictures to be posted later...I promise)). Oma and I got a pizza on the way there to eat once we got there. Though I ate one in the car, which led to her wanting one. Then she wanted another so I had another. Next thing you know our medium cheese pizza was no more. It was good though. We also went to Target today. I promised I'd get Elena some more nail polish since its her birthday tomorrow. But as I wandered over I went to look at the Tara Jarmon stuff, as I fell in love with the Luella collection and practically bought EVERYTHING. Alas, nothing was there...all the amazing dresses and skirts that were online were gone. So in my disappointment I continued to look around where I ended up with the red shirt seen to the left. I thought it was cuter than some of the others and it will go well with my new black blazer that I got in New Hope. I still wish I could have gotten this dress though. Oma and I then returned home. From then I talked to my friends a bit and then proceeded to head out. All in All good day. Daniel Powter would be envious. I want school to start about as much as Sarah does. I am curious to see what this new school will be like. I know it's not going to be wonderland or anything. Duh. It's a school HOWEVER, as long as it has that something that I am looking for, I might stay there and graduate from this school. I wish I knew what that something was, it would make this A LOT easier. Til then the plan is to keep changing schools each year. I figure if I don't like this then there is always EAHS. Or Saucon. Hell maybe even private school? Though colleges might be like "why didn't you stay in one place". I'll simply reply "variety". I think I'll like it though. I worked hard to get in. I love how I am contradicting myself and waffling back and forth. It shows my confusing thought process. Very astonishing isn't it? Well I think I am going to officially begin reading Anne Frank and listen to Frou Frou. And then pray that tomorrow will be a world WITHOUT gauchos. I hate those things. People are wearing them WAY too tight and the panty lines are beginning to get to me. I think I am going to buy a bunch of thongs and keep them on hand and give them out to women with panty lines that are insanely visible. It might make the world a happier place. Then we can get to work on how to cure AIDS or cancer, as we won't be distracted. Though distractions are what I am enjoying. I don't want to have to read these books that I am supposed to read for English 10. Oh dear motherfucking god, my grandfather is singing and whistling...I don't think he knows I am in the room. Normally I can take this but its 11 at night. Please pretend its a library. I want wendesday to hurry up and come, then we find out if he really has cancer or not. So I guess I shouldn't be so hard on him...well rant about him. I'm not saying anything to him. He's singing like a songbird at someone's window when they have a hangover at 6 a.m. on a weekend. Nice comparison, hmm?
Well I am going to go escape the noise and prepare for tomorrow. So Long and Goodnight <3
2 Listen @ 8:26 PM