Okay, I completely did not follow through on finishing that post I started this morning. I changed the time a little bit on this post so it would go with my ranting for Thursday. I want to do something this weekend. Call me up, let us do something. Morgana, that means you. Or you Farin, cause now I know you read me too. Wuahaha. Ashley, let us make a sexually hostile environment at your house. Can you have friends over? Egh. Okay. Me, again, of course. Marisa wants to hook me up. With a hockey kid. If he is who I think he is, he is pretty... Bad. And Marisa admitted he has a smoking problem. I don't want to deal with that for a guy. A friend? Any day, but some guy? Way too much of a bother. Frankie (my brother) is my god. I love him. I want to be more like him. He is so freaking cool and awesome. He bought me a huge pack of batteries. Cause I always run out on all my shiz. MD player, keyboard, mouse, gameboy, just random stuff. So, yeah, that and he is super cool anyway. I want to get some more makeup I wont use but in pretty colors I like. Such as those sweet grays and gray/rose colors. And shimmer-y body shit I never use for fear of looking like a disco ball. I want to try that 'crunching' thing I did to my hair a while back. Okay, that Amanda did to me a while back. We were bored and I was a clean slate for that type of thing. And I wanted to see how it felt to be all made up and unable to move parts of my face due to weight of cosmetic products. It was a lot more fun than I had anticipated. Especially when mother saw it and just stared. Once she noticed that is. She didn't even look at me when I came in the door she just said "hi, did you do your homework?" and I said "yes, while my hair was drying" and I gave her three other, similar hints to look at me. Just didn't happen. Oh well, what do you expect. I have my bug box for Bio and I ordered my bug net. Ha, I get the brand spankin' new one. Fifteen freaking dollars. My good lord. But my own bug net. I can catch people. Or love! Ha, the world is mine. I just took my bra off through my sleeve and despite what movies from '83 might lead you to believe, it was not sexy. My contacts are slipping. Annie is stupid. Okay, that was just cause I needed to say it. My little sister Annie is a freaking retard. Oh well, at least I have a life. Her 'friends' pushed her off her own bed and chair. Ha, I would never let that shit fly. Ha, oh well. I want to go out... gahh. Oh well. I need a life.