This was actually whored by myself, but almost a week ago so by the time I posted, others had already found it. Yes yes.

Yet still! I love everyone! I love my online-ies, the adorable sweetie in my homeroom, the musclehead in my french class, the weirdo at 7-eleven who taught me about five dollar bills, the hot stockboys at the grocery store, EVERYONE!

In other news(hahaha), my hair smells nice, is the colour of grapes, I lost 5 pounds, and I rock the casbah at floor hockey.

Yes, that could be enough to let anyone who knows me in real life who I am. Meh.

I wanted a change, and purple hair is it. I mean, well, not really. But it's pretty OK. You may not think five pounds is alot, but it's in the course of three weeks. That has to count for something, right? Meat bad. Veggies good. Yes yes. As for the floor hockey, I rock. I mean, I'm a clutz who can't play sports, but I'm really good at floor hockey. I'm pretty violent, yes, but good. I should've said sorry about those girls' shins. Alas.

Dan-lookalike is fucking hot, even without the sexy-assed long, floppy, clean-looking hair! His short, 'cute cause it's spiked up with gel' hair is nice as well. And I saw him looking at me. Twice! I did! I was walking into the gym with a friend, and he was sitting there and he turned and looked RIGHT THE FORK at me! And I looked at him! Then I turned fuchsia and kept walking ... but you know, he had this smug little look, like 'I know this bitch can't sleep at night because she's thinking about me, why don't I pretend to like her and make her life miserable?' sort of thing. But maybe he was just looking at the wall behind me. *shrug* Oh, and I was staring at the back of his head during a lecture-type-thing and he just turned and looked behind him, seeing my stare. Once again with the fuchsia-turning. I suck, don't I? *sigh*

Hmm. Today I bought the cutest little baby tee that makes my arms look wicked-sexy, and got some sexy-assed perfume. I bought the new Rolling Stone, I was hoping Amy would be in it. She wasn't, but there was a good article on Rocky and the Osbournes. The Osbournes = my favourite family. I could really fit in to a family like that. Yes yes.

I saw these two guys from homeroom at the store while I was buying stuff. One of them is really funny and seems nice though I've never actually talked to him, but I have a feeling he likes me. I walked by him, and gave him this quite freaky look. Sort of a smug little half-smile, I think. I don't know why I did, either.

I baked cookies and ate four. Hahaha! I suck. They were really yummy cookies, though. I also drank a huge pepsi and watched this horribly disgusting episode of Buffy where they grind up people at this fast food joint. The ironic twist = I was munching on fast food while watching it.

I've been so full of regret lately. Last year I knew this really adorable, sweet, smart guy that I had a little crush on. Then, it turns out that he really, really liked me too. He asked me out and I said no. I only said no because I think I really wasn't ready to actually have a boyfriend. I made a lame excuse that he was 'too short' for me. I mean, he was a bit short though. A couple inches. But then again, there are few guys my age who aren't shorter than me. I regret it though, because he was smart and sweet and just adorable. Plus he had a nice body and the poutiest lips I've seen on a guy. *sigh* I'm kicking myself about that one.

I guess I'm just happy with fantasizing. I've said 'no' to every guy without even thinking, then I find one flaw he has just to make myself think he's horribly wrong for me.

I suck.

then + now