The past week has been like prison for me.
Even now I feel like I'm on parole.
I dyed my hair.
I dyed my hair.
I am offically a ginger.
(I HAVE NO SOUL.)
BEFORE AFTER
BEFORE AFTER
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LOL, the first thing my mom said was I better get it back to the color it was.
What an ignorant statement.
I look hot though so,
WHATEVER.
I do what I want.
My dad just walked into my room and laughed at me.
THAT MAN <3
I feel like I did 4 hours of community service.
Pulling siding off the house.
UHG.
It sucked.
I was so covered in dirt,
I looked like an African-American.
(SORRY. YOU LIVE IN AMERICA YOU NO LONGER HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL YOURSELF "AFRICAN" How much you wanna bet 97% of the people that call themselves "African-American" have never even seen Africa. I go to a ghetto school, that means I'm allowed to say this. [LOL] )
But, Guess what?
I'M FREE.
Except my mom is still on me about it.
And I seriously feel like she's my parole officer.
It's awful.
I went to a super crazy bonfire.
OH GOODNESS.
Apparently I pissed off A LOT of people that night.
It's great.
Because I didn't even mean to.
I kissed this guy,
annnnnnd
He was, PREEEETTY good looking.
I mean come on, I was dared to.
But when I was leaving someone mentioned the kiss.
And he stood up and said,
"Wanna do it again?!"
Ummm, I kinda looked at him to make sure he was serious.
YEAH, HE WAS.
OH MAN.
But I pissed off a good amount of people by doing that.
Apparently because I knew three people there liked me.
I DIDN'T.
The one, I told like two months ago, I didn't like him. I THOUGH HE GOT OVER ME.
The other, to my face told me he wasn't mad.
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WAS MAD.
And the third?
Talks about all these girls and all these dates.
He does not have the right to be mad.
Oh well.
I think I fixed it for the most part.
And the guy I kissed.
OH MAN.
Cute.
Just saying.
Off to get my schedule.
For school.
I'M SO EXCITED!
not.
I'm only excited for biology,
I GET TO DISSECT THINGS.
Win.
I look hot though so,
WHATEVER.
I do what I want.
My dad just walked into my room and laughed at me.
THAT MAN <3
I feel like I did 4 hours of community service.
Pulling siding off the house.
UHG.
It sucked.
I was so covered in dirt,
I looked like an African-American.
(SORRY. YOU LIVE IN AMERICA YOU NO LONGER HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL YOURSELF "AFRICAN" How much you wanna bet 97% of the people that call themselves "African-American" have never even seen Africa. I go to a ghetto school, that means I'm allowed to say this. [LOL] )
But, Guess what?
I'M FREE.
Except my mom is still on me about it.
And I seriously feel like she's my parole officer.
It's awful.
I went to a super crazy bonfire.
OH GOODNESS.
Apparently I pissed off A LOT of people that night.
It's great.
Because I didn't even mean to.
I kissed this guy,
annnnnnd
He was, PREEEETTY good looking.
I mean come on, I was dared to.
But when I was leaving someone mentioned the kiss.
And he stood up and said,
"Wanna do it again?!"
Ummm, I kinda looked at him to make sure he was serious.
YEAH, HE WAS.
OH MAN.
But I pissed off a good amount of people by doing that.
Apparently because I knew three people there liked me.
I DIDN'T.
The one, I told like two months ago, I didn't like him. I THOUGH HE GOT OVER ME.
The other, to my face told me he wasn't mad.
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WAS MAD.
And the third?
Talks about all these girls and all these dates.
He does not have the right to be mad.
Oh well.
I think I fixed it for the most part.
And the guy I kissed.
OH MAN.
Cute.
Just saying.
Off to get my schedule.
For school.
I'M SO EXCITED!
not.
I'm only excited for biology,
I GET TO DISSECT THINGS.
Win.
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