NOT MUSIC.

Welcome to my blog.  Where I can say whatever I please and no one can do a damn thing.  So today, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to the most fakest, most talentless band that has ever walked God's green Earth.

I give you, readers of this blog, Insane Clown Posse!

I honest to Jesus do not understand how people consider this garbage music.  I just want to find these idiots and scream "look at yourselves!  You are grown-ass, white men painting your face like clowns and trying to be all badass and gangster while calling yourselves juggalos!"  Really?!  Juggalos?!  Gather the last bit of self respect that you have left and STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING!!!  Except for the Faygo.  I approve of Faygo. :d  But seriously, you really think you're a badass gangster while you look like you just back from a birthday party gig and singing a song called "Boogie Woogie Wu"?  Scratch what I said earlier: you have no self respect.  And yes, I do have the right and am in the right place to judge and criticize.  My boyfriend and his entire family are ICP fans or as you would say...*gag* juggahoes--err, juggalos.  I am around the damn "music" every time I am around him or his dad.  And i die a little every time the trash enters my ears.  There's my little bit of critizism for the day.  Have a nice one.

Ohh, and for all the ICP fans that are cussing me right now that have just read this:

eat one. :)

When Shitzus attack!!

It's kinda hard for me to type but i HAVE TO HAVE TO tell this story.  Yesterday i was playing with the family dog, Harley, who is a Shitzu.  He has a really nasty attitude.  Well he growls at everything, when he's happy or mad.  So when he started his warning growl at me, i couldn't tell the difference from his happy growl.  And when he bit the crap out of my pinky and pointer finger on my left hand, i got really mad.  So when I said "Harley, go to your cage!" and then he just ran and hid underneath the table, I got even more mad that he disobeyed me.  So i tried to pull him out from underneath the table and put him in his cage.  And when I reached under there, there was no warning, he attacked my right hand.  I've been told by multiple people that he must've clipped an artery from all the blood that poured out of my hand.  I screamed bloody murder, at first from the sight of all that blood, and then from the pain.  My little, 12-year-old brother was in a panic at just that.  And i guess me yelling "Call Mama!  Call 911!  Call somebody!" didn't really help.  XD  It's so funny now to think back about his little ghost-white face all terrified trying to scramble up some washcloths and dishrags and band aids as he finally got a hold of three people: my mom, my aunt, and my boyfriend's mom.  Lol.  I'm surprised he didn't pass out because he almost did whenever i got my belly button pierced on my 16th birthday.  Oh, but I'm okay now.  My hand's all wrapped up, my thumb's swollen twice its normal size and I have blood underneath my fingernails.  And for some reason, my thumb keeps going numb...But it's okay in general.  Ahh!  My internet keeps going out so i have to go.


Just a little funny story for you.


By the way: did you know that Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and ABC's have the same tune?  Just realized that today. Haha.

GRRRRR!!!

Okay, usually I use my blog to be advisable and a little entertaining.  But I need to vent today.  Something not that huge happened at school today, but for some reason, I just can't let it go.  During lunch, I had my guitar leaning against my chair OUT OF THE PATHWAY.  And when one (visually large girl) walked past, she bumped it and it fell over (with a sickening twang.)  Any sensible person would think "oh! i just knocked over someone's guitar. That must've cost a lot.  I should pick it up."  But no!  The stupid *enter insult here* kept on walking!  So when my friend said "Your guitar's on the floor", I said (very loudly...well actually, I kind've yelled it)  "Well maybe if people wouldn't knock it over, it would'nt be on the floor!"  I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but you just don't disrespect someone's property like that.  So the stupid *enter insult here* started yelling to herself about how I did not just say that and blah blah blah.  And she went back to her little preppy clicky bitchy group and told them and they all turned and looked at me.  I just smiled and waved.  :)  Because I can be a bitch too.  And as they were leaving, they called me a chipmunk-faced bitch.  Umm, I'd rather be a chipmunk than a fat*** cow any day, thank you very much.  UGH!  I HATE STUPID PEOPLE!!!!! XO


okayy...i feel better.

Be Happy With Being Kids

So here i sit.  7 minutes before i have to leave for the bus stop.  That's right.  Christmas break is over. :/  Back to school all the good children go.  We all dread awaking at 5:30 in the fricking morning and venturing out into the cold to wait to board our overly crowded bus.  But you know, i bet we'll miss all this when we're grown and having to bust our asses to put food on the table and pay our bills.  We'll miss just having to be expected to wake up early and do a few worksheets everyday.  We're all so eager to grow up and move out and make it on our own.  Maybe we should all just slow down and live in what we have now and be thankful with it.  I mean, schoolwork sucks but hard labor sucks even worse, right?

i'm just saying.