Ugh.....time to start making this a blog.

Whoo. Second day of new blog. Yeah. Feeling it. I haven't done anything outside of my house besides- get this- renting movies and going out for pizza with my dad and his girlfriend- for maybe the past three or four weeks. (they tried to make me watch mall cop with them today, i just took the pizza and went upstairs to watch avatar. thnksbutnothnks)


I AM GOING INSANE, PEOPLE. I have friends, but where are they?! (They're all grounded or constantly high on shrooms.....or just too cool to talk to me......oh shit a mosquito) Ughhhhh must leave HOUSE now. I feel like a fucking loser! Oh well. They don't know what they're missing out on.....like my great fucking personality....and my....shoes.......*snff*

Oh, actually, I did get new shoes today! On sale. From Urban Outfitters. They are, like, TOTALLY grungy. SO grungy, in fact, that there were like 20 pairs still available and on sale. I know, right? They're in such high demand. Gosh, I can't help but feel like I'm copping all those other awesome shoe-buyers out by stealing their style.....gee......



I would totally show you my own pictures- BUT my fucking tripod is missing. FFFFFFF it's like this blog is doomed just like the last one. Oh well. I'll just cram lots of pretty things in here and try to make this interesting for you.

First up- hair. I really want to get a Chelsea haircut, lately. I don't know if I can even do it until after August (how fucking convenient, right, I know, end of summer), because I have to go to my aunt's wedding in a few weeks and she would not be pleased I think, and because I'm living in with my boyfriend for 3 weeks in August, and he's from Lodi, which, if you don't know what that is, is a tiny shitty town RIGHT under Sacramento.

It smells like cows, there isn't even a rollerskating rink, and all the kids there are scene kids who have nothing to do but act pretentious and pretend to be cultured. So naturally, everyone there would think I was a lesbian. Or an alien. Or escaped from a mental ward. I would get SO many awkward stares. Plus my boyfriend is an avid anti-bald females-ite. V for Vendetta sends him foaming at the mouth. But I don't live anywhere near him after that so whutevaidowhutiwant. (this tiny street is supposed to be the 'downtown'- i grew up in san diego, go to DC every summer, and live in portland. i lol'd in this town's stupidface.)

(imagine the town in Napolean Dynamite, but less......uh....you know. more stripmalls and fat born-again moms. maybe like the town in Juno? more along the lines of.....uh.....fuck it I don't know. it's the size of a paperclip, ONLY ONE FUCKING MOVIETHEATRE, and has more scene kids living in there than in jeffree star's pubes that's all i can tell you)

Anyways, here are some AWESOME Chelseas I've found on the net. I'm not a fan of the little strands lingering around in the back, or mohawks (totally not skin enough for that), or the completely shaved to the head look (uh are you a monk), so these examples are all like, what I'd take in to the barber and say 'LOL DO DAT.'

(god how does this girl still look so feminine and cute with shaved hair like that, must research these matters further *notepadscribble*)


(i probably wouldn't get that, but it's worth posting because it's good and that girl is hot)

You know, my boyfriend is always writing poems for me and praying to me and like worshipping me and shit like every crazy obsessed boyfriend does. I wonder if this would be like the ultimate test of faith to see if he really would stick with me through anything. like waving a snake in the face of a christian and going JEEEEEEEESUS and shit like that. then again i can only imagine how pissed i'd be if he got a haircut i didn't like.....but FFFFFFF i want it sdlkjsadl;gk