Wowzeeeeeahs.

I ultimately have found out that AIM is a waste of my non-precious time.

Soooo, well I should be doing my actividades para Espanol. But, oh well.

It's really cold righ' now and it's making me wna get some hot chocolate which I never finish. I have never willingly in my life finished a hot chocolate/cocoa. I always forcefully push myself to lick up the last few drops.

Ohkay, so I read this story today yeah?
This girl was gold digging, but not like in the bad way. More like for her own good kinda way, yeah? & like the only person she could scam out was this real creep. He's not an asshole, but she got him under her belt, noooo not in that way. Chick's gold digging not whoring. Of course her girls don't got her back. So she doomed with this fool. A few people kept giving her the look and sht. After she thought she was through with him for the meanwhile. Then outta nowhere while she hanging with fools she knows, and there he is. The son of bitch was there, with his creep skills all gna get up on her. Gawd, I didn't wna know the end of the story. I don't even want it to continue.

Get it? Got it? Right.

I hate my newly used markers. I like my tiny ones better. I forgot the names of 'em and I don't wna look for them in my bag. I threw away their special bag thingy. :/ I loved those markers. I left my mini magenta in San Diego. I'm debating whether or not if I used that for the Nesquik bunny. Damn, that sht was pretty crappy looking. I could've done better on that Nesquik bunny. I only remember that 'cause I fell hella asleep. I hear my dad and my Grandma Dolores talkin' bout me and sht so I shove my head into the couch pillow during the water polo Olympics. Keke. Then like 45 minutes later I'm all sweaty and gross and light headed. It's hella cold. I could use a hot shower right about now. I think I'ma gna actually. I'll digos the dogs and get my shower cap on 'caust it's like a freezer in hurrz. Who the heck really uses shower caps now? Unless you have that frizzy crazy hair, thems don't count.

I think sometimes I might just be overly sensitive. I'll keep the sit. to myself 'cause yeah. I say it's fine. Sometimes it is, it really is. At times, I just don't get it you know? Like I get that I'm not the sun. But whatever.

I'll pop one for the knee and a billion more for you.