“I was never interested in men somebody got a hold of my phone and played a joke. I love. Vigina.I know how did this man joke”
quote from a “family” (not blood related thank god) member on facebook.
In the next hour: rough draft of creative writing final
By 5:00: enough material for a debate on tacos and a 3 page paper about childhood obesity.
to button my pants
all of your facebook pictures are taken with your photobooth….forever alone
when shane gets up to go to practice and wakes me up, i like to go on tumblr for 15 minutes and then go back to sleep.
once again. can I just be done all of this forever.
Today my friend Sharell had a great loss. Her Ex, lover, best friend, father of her daughter, etc. died last night. He was shot. I feel horrible for her, she is such a great person and definitely didn’t need this to happen. She was finally starting to move on from him onto someone new and this happened…
I hope she continues to see the guy she is with and doesn’t stop seeing him because she feels guilty.
Background: Her baby daddy cheated on her and treated her horribly for YEARS but she always stayed by his side…even when he was locked up. She was incredibly loyal to him but didn’t get that in return.
I know this is going to be hard for her because they were close and she loved him for so long, but I truly hope she continues to date and do things for herself.
I love her dearly and want the best for her! Sending good thoughts her way and I hope you do the same!
That was my degrassi secret.
AND it is very sarcastic.
AND a bunch of tweens are up in arms that someone thinks you can actually start a car with a screwdriver.
and I’m going to see hop with my mom. SeE YoU l8R GuYz!~*
So. My hair is now back to my beautiful natural shade of brown with a few scattered reds and blondes in there. It is soft and a gem.
I also went to lush (Again) and got two massage bars. and a bath bomb for myself for tomorrow night before I bake my chocolate cake.
I’m getting the majority of my brown hair back. HOLLER.
in a new degrassi episode