Why am I posting in here?

My whole body is still itchy. Maybe it's because I put on a shirt I bought at the thrift store and haven't washed it yet.

I hope I'm going over to the huge thrift store in... well I don't fucking know where, but it's big and has long sleeved tops. I need long sleeved tops. I have no decent ones, and tank tops. I have none.

Fuck. I'm also in the middle of this crazy drama shit that has nothing to do with me. It's fucking stupid. So, this girl met this boy over myspace and they fell "in love." BULLSHIT. Any ways, the girl also has a boyfriend that she can see everyday, but she has feelings for the dude from myspace. It's fucking stupid. I mean why fucking date some dude over the internet.  He wasn't even that cute. But, the real boyfriend was pissed off because the girl lied to him. It's fucking stupid because the girl is confused on what to do when it's pretty fucking obvious what she should do.

I HATE LOVE TRIANGLES SO MUCH. Thank God I'll never be involved with any of that nonsense.

I bought Only Revolutions the other day because I had a gift card! But it seems pretty fucking confusing since every 8 pages you turn the page upside down and all that good shit. You don't have to, but it makes the stories intertwine and all that crap. It's a love story. I never thought the author would do something so sweet when he also wrote a book about a house eating people with it's darkness.

I love pointless entries in this stupid thing.

I wish I was warm right now. I'm freezing and I have a winter coat on AND my heater. I want to be warm blooded.

I have to fucking read the Scarlet Letter for lit. I HATE reading shit like that. I hate it when teachers make you read shit.

I used to be a retard.

It's funny reading old entries in this thing.

"HAY GUIEZ I LEIK WENT SHOPPING AND BOUGHT SHIT HERE, HERE, AND HEAR."

Um, I was stupid.

Anthony NEEDS to come home.

I hate you Florida.

This was pointless, but I felt the need to point out how dumb I was.

Peanut butter smells like shit.

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I look like a lamer. Haha

What the fuck.

Dad has gone completely insane. Save me from him. Please!

Wow wow wow wow.

He met my parents today, and they liked him. THEY LIKED HIM. Yeah any ways.

I'm totally nuts for him and tomorrow is our one month. SCORE!!

So, I don't know what the hell we are even doing in school anymore. I haven't really been there in 1 and a half days. I'm so fucking confused. Shit.

Atleast  I only have three weeks and I'm out of there for the summer!

I've been so stressed lately. Ugh I just know it because my face just fucking freaked out on me this week.

I had two fucking tests this week, and the bad thing was that they were so easy. I was freaked out over nothing. NOTHING. Oh how I hate being a teenager.

Also, I feel like the biggest loser ever. Haha I am the worst kisser ever. That's all.

I need to get used to this love thing too. It's so scary how much I REALLY do like him. It seems like I hit the ground one million times already.  It's hard not seeing him a lot too. That's something I have to get used to too.

Any ways. I gotta take this stupid facial masque shit off my face now. Maybe my face won't look so nasty.

I am going to the tanning bed monday because I have decided that I am too freakishly pale. I am paler than the goth kids. Not good.

Ciao

I'm so bad at updating this stupid thing.

Uh.

Because I got him

I win at life. Seriously

Let's see.

Wednesday: I did my hair.
Thursday: Got my septum done
and Today: I got my maaaaan.

That fat ass can die in her sleep.

Why am I so sad right now?

I like him so much it's killing me. It's killing me.

I wish he knew that. I can't tell him.

I don't want to ruin what we have right now though.

I need to stop crying. Right now.

Oh God. Last night Gabby went home with me and we went to Taste of Chaos. So fucking AMAZING.

I need to find myself some new friends.

My shoes came in and they are perfect. PERFECT.

Please tell me why My Chemical Romance's CD is growing on me... Oh well.

I have a whole week off from school. I am so glad.

Today I saw Music and Lyrics. It was dumb, but I loved it. What's with me and stupid movies?

So, once this FauxJade comes back from away I'm going to mess with it. I love Fauxs. Hence my name.

Any ways. I hate boys. They're stupid and like to go out with fake ass bitches.

I shouldn't be mad about that still, but I am. I am. I wish I didn't like him as much as I do. I hate it when I just fall completely head over heels for somebody, but then I always just turn out to be the friend. Always just a friend. I'm sick and tired of this 'just friends' shit. I want a relationship. I don't really have anything else.

Sigh.

WTF Am I talking about.

I'm in a terrific mood. I have fucking chocolate.

I'm buying my shoes tomorrow. I am going to fucking die. They're so hot.

I need a fucking hair cut.

I didn't have a valentine, or should I say a real valentine.

It was a good day nontheless. It was just so cold outside, but it was mostly sunny. That was a nice touch.

I have a huge Hershey's Kiss. It's calling my name, but I'm not going to respond to it.

I hate it when I want a boyfriend. Oh well.

This is for Natalie. Stupid day in my life.



Here is a day in my life on February 10, 2007. Enjoy.

I do so update!!

So, today I pretty much recorded a day in my life today in pictures. Oh crazy. Not really. Just really boring.

I want to go sailing. 

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I want these instead.

I beat Anorexia. Sort of. I hate being sick and missing two fucking days of school. I swear I didn't eat anything Tuesday or Wednesday. Then I just started eating again. I beat you anorexia / flu.

Uh. I hate Chemistry and Lit and LAME ASS POETRY. Poetry = FTL. Seriously. My poems are about fucking poptarts and Jade's pants. Fuck you depressing shit even though its so pretty. I just cannot write depressing shit.

So any ways. I probably won't get my man (LMAO?). He likes some dumb ass crazy slut whore with pancake boobs. Gross. I heard she is fucking insane. That's just stupid. WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE INSANE WHORES? Oh well fuck it. He might pick me. HE JUST MIGHT.

This is gay. I have nothing better to do. I don't really feel like watching Running with Scissors right now. I just finished up about 2 hours worth of fucking chemistry work. TO HELL WITH YOU MRS. HENSLEY AND YOUR MOLES. Shit fuck.

I want some pudding.

Ohhh today I got some snazzy ass chai tea. I hope it tastes okay. If not I am throwing the shit away.



20 MORE DOLLERS AND I HAVE THESE BABIES.

Oh they are sexy.

I have nothing else to say.

I was going to write some deep shit on here, but I decided that it just doesn't even matter anymore.

I had a dream come true this weeks. It was a small dream, but memorable. I'm just happy things are looking up.

WAY UP. I think I may have found somebody too. We'll seeee soon enough I guess.