The names Brielle, bitch

The names Brielle, bitch

:: 2004 30 November :: 8.29pm
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: erm... goodies?

baby tells me that I update this too much... oh well... =]

today... OH!

we're gonna do a step by step today cause i'm in a step by step mood.

first period--
bitched at everyone for making fun of josh for the second day in a row. these people don't know when to fucking drop it. i was so pissed off and i was like "dude, shut the fuck up, he's a great person and you have no right to talk about him like that. he didn't fucking do anything to you." blah. blah. blah. yeah...

second period-
sat ... on my ass. did a worksheet by myself while everyone worked in groups. no one talks to me in that class... it's weird. robs there, tylers there, josh is there, ashley and jesse are there... none of them talk to me that period. it's kind of strange.

third period-
fell asleep listening to senses fail.

fourth period-
formatted pictures like CRAZY to get them onto my website that i'm making for that class... josh baby if you're reading this, send me 45796949476 pictures of you through email. thanks.

lunch-
holy mother of shit. well.. this was the best lunch of all lunches so far this year. First thing, we find out that SHITBRICK GOT A GIRLFRIEND! GO RYAN! hell yeah kiddo that's how it's done! GIT ER DUNN! haha, and... then bev with her broken knee fell off the cafeteria bench.. holy shit me, stacy, josh, and ryan were laughing so hard while bev just sat there with this "i can't believe i just did that" face. hmmm... as always, the chefs got to work and we made a little ensemble i'd like to call "Ketchupmaplesyrupskittleschocolateandskimmilkhashbrownandsausage". It's a mix of... would you have guessed? Ketchup, maple syrup, skittles, chocolate milk, skim milk, hashbrowns, and sausage. then i said, "hey shitbrick, i dare you to eat that." and he goes "i dare myself to eat that. and we were all: "GO SHITBRICK GO!" and... he ate it. I screamed. Bev screamed. Josh screamed. Stacy freaked. ...you know how it is. gross.

Fifth period-
flirted with ben... i don't know why. it was... strange. and uh.. timeline.

sixth period-
took notes, sat quiet.

seventh period-
ditto.

eighth period-
ditto... except i went to the bathroom and realized that my fly had been down all day. and i was all... wtf.

later bitches.

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greyXmatter

:: 2004 29 November :: 9.43pm
:: Mood: amused

If you could create your perfect mate, what would he be like? List both physical and personality traits.

He would live on a farm, or at least be interested in farm animals and farming. He's funny, respectful, loyal, and fun to be around. He shares my interest in rodeo and horses. He's not really a "cuddler" and would rather get into a mud fight. The perfect way to end a day is riding the horses on a trail ride, watching the sunset from the tailgate of his truck, or, to make things dirtier, cleaning stalls. He'll help me take care of my animals. Physical charachteristics aren't important to me.

Parents: What traits do you think that your daughter would look for if searching for the ideal mate?
My mom wrote:

Physical:
tall
physically fit

Presonality:
gentle
animal lover
"rodeo cowboy"
good sense of humor
fun
financially responsible

Parents, what traits would you consider most important if YOU were choosing her mate?
My mom wrote...

Someone who shares her compassion for horses and rodeo competition, someone with a gentle touch and a big heart, also a good sense of humor.