you know what i miss? fucking shakira. yes, shakira. not that i fucked her, but i definately miss listening to that cd. yes, it sounds lame, but hey, it reminds me of showers and sheets. sounds good, eh? i forgot to watch the sexiest night on television last night. i already got yelled at for telling someone the wrong station. and i didnt even see it :( que triste. my mom picked me up today from emilys house. i cant believe how much i missed her. oh holy guacamole i told her everything i could think of. everythings felt so foreign the past few days. im really glad shes back. im such a little kid. its getting cold. fuck the cold. i just shaved my legs and put fake taner on. and its fucking cold. god damn it could have at least come when my legs were a LITTLE more hairier! desiree showed up at school today. zits all over her huge honker. saggy boobs showing in her tank top, a little girl named crystal up her nostril. what a fucking loser. she really has no life. so she does shitloads of drugs and that is her life. she called me a bitch for not calling her. i wish she would get the point that i dont fucking like her. she asked if i was staying much longer. i said i didnt know. she went and blazed it. i left as fast as i could. i think thats all i have to say. i really do not have much of a life either. but it is enjoyable right this second so poo on you.