nails

i got acrylic nails with kenzi yesterday. they feel really weird. i feel like i have nail implants or something. they're pretty and shiny, but they feel like excess. i got the shortest possible length and even my mother doesn't mind them, which means that they look at least semi-natural, but still. i feel very plastic. of course, you shouldve seen this other lady who got the epic frosted pink talons. that was pretty incredible to watch. how the hell are you supposed to function with nails that long? whatever.

ughhh i feel shallow. i just wrote an entire peice on nails and how much mine are bothering me.

this blog

may be ended very abbruptly. if that is to be so, then thanks for watching and have a great night, folks.

Hello out there?

does anyone even read this thing anymore? or am i just talking to myself?

oh.. and did i mention...

my school's chosen musical for this year is....

drumroll... fanfare..yada yada




.... Seussical.

auditions were last week. and I am the sour kangaroo. the part is really fun to sing, although i kinda feel like our only audience is going to be age 6 and under. Margaret is mayzie and she is amayzing at it =)

anyway.... ya.

haha!!

now my blog is bright!!

omg i can post pictures!!!

omg!!! this is cool!! i can post pictures!! hahahhahaaaa anyhoo... i got a new dress and its fucking adorable. plus, my hair is growing out... finally.

i think i'm in love..

screw guys. screw girls.

niether are reliable not to get boring. there's only one constant in my life right now and i think i'm in love... with dancing. its like moving art. emotions through action. whatever. i got new pointe shoes!! they're shiny and amazing =)

my blog needs a makeover...

its so... black and plain. i mena it'd be differrent if it were like black and awesome or black and menacing, but right now ts just... black. =P

Alice In wonderland

gotta love that opium.

one word. just one.

i was recently doing one of those obnoxious 'survey about me' things on my space and one question asked what my influences are. well, to be quite frank, 1850-2009. that is the span. then the survey thing asked me to describe myself in one word. ya like hell. I chose the word triangle. not to be like a way stating my sexuality or the number of side to my personality, cuz that takes a lot more then one word hehe... it was more like i had to pick a word. one word where there should be thousands. if i were to describe me, the first word i would use is selfish. and fuckin proud! i am a small person with small hands and feet. i watch tna wrestling cuz i think its pretty. i write on my arms and note books and like to draw on my fingernails. i can write 10,000 words in a story but barely 200 for an essay. I think that lightning bolts, when drawn, should always be blue, not yellow. i wear eyeliner on a daily basis, but only sometimes on my eyes. i listen to music because i like the way it sounds, not what it says. i have bipolar self confidence and depressed math skills. no negative meanings in that, btw. my world is visual, but i'm legally blind. my world is sound, and i hear everything. and that's just what comes to mind right now.

i just don't understand whoever got bored and wrote that survey. how on earth could you expect people to describe themselves in one word. someone whose description is but one word in length must be very boring.

UGGHHH FUCK THE PAST.

the past sucks. the past should go fuck itself.

I'm moving on, forvever tearing through time, minutes turning to dust at my feet. so take the past, i left you behind.