wow, everybody seems to have a blog (or xanga) these days.
there was a link to a "kelly love's" xanga. that's the chic who got caught posing pornographically, right? yea, first words on the site "i'm a slut". well, if she is who i think she is, this is very true, and props to her for being honest with herself, i suppose. though really altogether being a slut isn't the best thing to be proud of. *rolls eyes* it's too bad this is a blog, and you need to have a xanga to be in the ring, or else i woulda added my blog on there. it'd do well for the ratings, since, as you all know, i'm just talking to myself. ;) i actually talk to myself alot offline, too. sad, no? yea, i was talking to myself a whole lot this afternoon after school. yesterday too. and it gets even better: i talk to myself OUT LOUD. feel free to call my any word that would be associated with "crazy" in a thesaurus. i probably deserve it.ok, so we were voting for who's known for what in the senior class today. several people told me they voted for me as girl most likely to fall asleep in class. i honestly wonder if there were any other girls voted for in that category at all. i fall asleep almost everyday in several classes my first two years of high school, and somehow it becomes common knowledge. but in all seriousness, i saw this coming years ago.
*anne reading the school paper two years ago* "hmm, 'most likely to fall asleep in class'... i can SO see them voting me in for that one..."
am i psychic or what?
went clothes shopping this evening and am now the proud owner of dress clothes i can actually wear in seasons other than winter!!!! :O
yea, my relatives like to give me dress sweaters for my birthday and christmas, and anything else i have doesn't go with anything i have (i either grew outta the tops or the bottoms, no outfit is whole). and breaking news here, i actually bought a skirt... *GASP* well, technically my mother bought it, but it's not so bad. it isn't so small that it'll ride all the way up my ass when i bend over, and it doesn't look like the lil' jean-skirts that i wore when i was five *makes gagging noise* i still want to get a black dress to wear for graduation, but i could get by on what i've got too. i'll have to think about it.hmm.... what else to talk about.... nothing, really, as my life is just as boring as it was yesterday, the day before, last week, last month, etc., etc. well, i've typed alot, this'll keep ya busy for a while......
you is a relative term; i often use it when answering homework questions that address me as "you." consfused yet? at least i don't refer to myself in the third person...... often....... yea so occasionally i do, sue me. (not that you'll get much, i live in that special financial class that's too poor to be able to easily afford anything, but too rich to receive any help from the government or other organizations. yes, we get the short end of the stick. in fact, that's the way my whole life is; it's bearable, but then something comes along and kicks you in the ass. yea, this is the source of all my sarcasm, pessimism, and bitterness. that and the fact that i grew up around snobby p-town kids (not all are snobby, but the ones in my class were. those who weren't were the other weird kids in the other corners) ok, i should really stop now..... but i'm not...... something unknown is compelling me to keep typing and typing and TYPING AND TYPING AND.................
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