Thrice used to be good..oh well.

Stupid idiots who think I'm a boy, I'm going to kill you all. Seriously. Next person who makes a boy comment gets their face punched in.

At least I'm leaving on Saturday. Freedom for ten days, baby.

Yeah, sorry for my updates being so short. Nothing is happening, really. But whatever.

Okay, a little update for you all. I didn't cut my hair to be punk, emo, indie, or (god forbid) hardcore. I cut it because I wanted it short; because I was tired of my hair how it was; because I knew it would be easier to maintain. So piss off.

Bah, I'm not going to post pictures. If you want to see, then come to my house or invite me somewhere or something.

Three more days, baby.

Celia just cut my hair, and DANG it's short. But I like it. It was funny, cause she cut just the bangs, and then she said, "Okay, I'm stopping now, cause you're already hotter than me. I hate you." Or something to that effect.

sparky the fool: See..Nancy with short hair and no braces = sex, if I believed in that sort of thing.
Agent Flannery: nancy anytime = hottest sex

Heh. I'll post pictures later..I promise.

Well, I did it. I got myself a new journal. However..you can't have the URL. Nope, can't.

I just stumbled across this random journal just now, and this is what it said:

hottie's Journal

:: Mood: flirty
:: Music: rap/hip hop

im 5'5 i have blond hair i weigh 115 and i have my tongue and nose pierced!i have hazel eyes i hate players!


Uh, right. And we care..why? People like that confuse me.

I think I'm going to make myself another journal..a secret one, shall we say. There's things I want to write about in here, but I can't..I don't know who reads this. I'm sure there's people who do that I don't want to read some of the crap I want to write. Speaking of who reads this..if you do, can you please leave a comment and let me know? Thanks. I'll still keep this journal, of course, and it'll be updated with the same stuff as always. But some things are just too personal.

I don't know what to do with myself anymore.

And this song..oh god, this song..it kills me every time I listen to it.

Okay, I admit it. I'm afraid of ants. I woke my mom up at two in the morning so she could spray the Raid on them, because I couldn't find it. Ants give me the chills and make me fear for my life. If I could kill them all..dang, you bet I would.

There wasn't a mood to describe how I feel, and I can't think of one..so we'll go with crazy. I'm just all out of whack. It's nuts.

Flannery, I hope you feel better. I need to talk to you and see how you are and how everything's doing and all. Be happy..or if that's too much to ask, at least feel a little better, okay? You rock..don't ever forget that.

So yeah..the rat trap is waiting, little ones. Eat the peanut butter. You know you want it. It's calling..

There's nothing really to say anymore. I don't want to go off on a "feel sorry for me" tangent, like so many do..like Andy said, "90% of the people that have online journals just have one for one of two reasons, or both. To make the entire world feel sorry for them, or to be cool and go with the flow." Yep.

Okay, the end.

My god, I am never ever ever going to attend a sleepover for a bunch of nine and ten year olds again. EVER.

No one stopped by either..but then again, no surprise there.

I'm not even going to begin talking about yesterday..it's too terrible for words. Have you ever been in a situation where the only word to describe it was "AHHHHHHHH!"? Yeah.

By the way, I got another rat. That's two more dollars for me. I still have to go dispose of it though..whatever. I paid my sister fifty cents to take pictures of me with the other rat, so click here to see them. I'm too lazy to post the pictures myself..so yeah.

PS: I hate animal rights activists. What's the point of not eating meat or whatever..cause for every vegan or vegetarian, there's another ten thousand people who aren't. There's no point in lecturing everyone about how animals have feelings too and are treated so badly, because..like we can do anything about it. I'm not saying it's right to treat them like that and whatever, I'm saying to stop being such an elitist and leave everyone alone.

PPS: Comments are good.

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I'm such a failure. I can't bake cookies! No matter what I do, they come out like crap. I follow the directions to a freaking T (whatever the heck that means) and they come out flat and stupid. Then when I try to scrape them off the cookie sheet, they fall apart. And then someone else goes and makes cookies and does the same recipe and BAM they're perfect. Argh.

..I bet you thought that was going to be a serious post about how my life sucked and all. Ha, nope.


Ahh, I just remembered that tomorrow is my little sister's birthday party. There's going to be eleven screaming nine and ten year olds racing around my house. WONDERFUL. You can stop by if you want..I think we're all going to be at Northpark pool at five, and I don't know when we're coming back here..probably seven. COME VISIT ME AND SAVE ME, DANG IT. If you don't know where I live, then IM me or something. Doesn't matter who you are..just stop by. You can have free food!! Yes, that's right..FREE FOOD. So stop by.

Yeah, I took the screen out of my window so I could climb out it and reset the rat trap (two dollah per rat, baby), and of course, I couldn't get it back in. Those things are near impossible to put back anyways. That's probably to discourage you from taking them out..but whatever. So now I can't open my window, which means my room is going to be freakishly hot. If I opened the window, my room would turn into one giant bug gathering, and I would wake up as a giant bug bite. Not a possibility. Want to come fix my screen? You can come by my house and put it back in, and when you're done, you can get free food! How good of a deal is that? Honestly.

PS: Vilify is such an awesome word. Seriously.