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Random Picture of Lana Del Rey because I have a Fem bone for her..

Annnnd If you are certified Blogger account holder, it would be fantabulous if you also "Joined This Site" at the bottom of the page. Just sayinnnn. Cuz so far, I have inspired three other peeps I know to start a lil blog of their own annnnnd if you join mine, I'll join yours dude. I'm awesome that way.

It's been a long day...

The usual evening shift at Abby's starts at five, but today I was scheduled for four. That's not a problem for me because I absolutely love my job. But the extra hour into your day really weighs on you after a bit. Especially when it's like there's a full moon out. All of the crazies and what not.

The perks of my day:

• Abby's got new sandwich breads. (Yes! Fisting the air.)
• More hours. 
• The really funny people I work with.

Downfall:

• I smell majorly like pizza. (Eww.)

RAWWWRR!!

It's too early on a weekend to function. I feel cheated if I get woken up at least before ten. Really, mom? 9:15? You suck. So here's a picture of glitter to make your day sparkly!

Fiesta Bowl here we com!!

Über excited for the Duck's upcoming bowl game!!!

We run this town tonight?

Crazy, Creepy, Similar Blog.
I am absolutely dying right now... Mystery blogger posted again upon my request. And the ongoing story still feels awkwardly familiar as to how it could indeed happen at OHS. My OHS. I'm beginning to think that maybe MysteryBlogger, Ursala, is alot more central to these stories than I initially thought. I reallllly wanna hear more dirt about the unidentifiables in her recollection of events.
Who knows what's gonna come up next? Lies, deceit, infidelity?

Fifty Shades of Awkward...

Ok, as a beloved Twilight fan and an avid reader of all that is mooshy gooshy, everyone and their dog has recommended Fifty Shades of Grey to me. Well I just want you to know that you guys are a bunch of sick f*cks.
Not even to chapter like five and the guy is taking her virginity. Well, that escalated quickly. And right after they do it, she jumps right back on the horse for round two. Nobody does that; it's just nasty.
And to top it all off, I don't see what's so attractive about torture porn. The "Red Room of Pain" just sounds like a bad time, bro. Ya know I can take my fair share of gross ( I did read Girl with the Dragon Tattoo) and this even made my stomach churn in disgust. Who woulda thought someone being raped would be easier to read than some sick, sadistic, trial of BDSM? I could probably take it all if there was a touch more of a realistic plot but no. It's a multi-billionaire who is like twenty-something (ya right) who falls in love with a poor college student.

Maybe if I continue reading into it a little more, I'll have a change of heart, but thats alot of McNasty to pin on somebody in the beginning of a story.

Who is Ursala Andress?

OKie Doke, last night there was a comment on my blog and I decided to check out the commentator by going to her page. I was expecting a blog similar to mine but not that similar. Her blog is "The Happenings at OHS." Is it about my OHS? and if so who is she referring to as Sporty Slut and Hillbilly B*tch? This story sounds eerily familiar yet I can not place the characters. I'm really dying to know who Ursala is... Kinda mysterious. If you are reading this, Ursala, you should continue posting on your blog and I'll share your link for more reads.

HO-F*cking-HO

Ya know, I haven't updated my blog recently because my life has been relatively boring and the only drama I've had to deal with is within my family (which is incredibly annoying and exasperating to talk about if you know my ridiculous parents). Now that the school year has progressed that has begun to change.
My life is like an episode of Awkward. except my Matty McKibben doesn't exactly falls head over heels in love with me. He does the whole secret flirtationship thing pretty well but that ended after a brief stint with in the closet and me going mediocre-publicity about the whole ordeal. And now he is acting as if I don't exist. Awesome. Great. Fan-f*uckin-tastic.
In real life there is no such thing as a real Matty. All we have is the Douche-Bag McKibbens. The guys that get all celebutarded due to the fact that they are hot and on Varsity every-f*ckin'-thing. Well get this pal, you might think you're hot shit now but wait until you're out of high school and trying to actually get a job. "Swag doesn't pay the bills." But selling crack probably does.

End of my post-apocalypto rant. Now on to bigger and brighter things, such as my hilarious facebook comment from the other day.
This girl that's kind of a notorious figure at my high school, posted a status that said: You put the F in fake.
So as the witty person that I am, I was the first to comment with: You put the AKE.
I thought it was pretty funny but apparently she did not. She immediately deleted the comment without even giving me a b*tchy reply. I was kinda let down. I can't even cause drama if I wanted too.
I really hope my main b*tch Karsten reads this, she's pretty much just as funny as I am.

If you're gonna be dumb, ya gotta be tough.

Everyone says they hate drama, I among them, but I have learned how to pull things away from that. My writing. When my life was in a slump of get up, go to work, go back to sleep, I did not carry the animosity that I had had when I was writing my blog.
Well surprise!! Drama is back again and has popped the orb of sanity I was slowly growing over summer. I was being good for a little while, but then a sh*t storm of crap floated in my general direction recently.
OK, if there's one thing you should probably know about me is that I have a one of a kind defense mechanism. You piss me off or hurt me in anyway, I don't go cry about it. I spill the beans. Your beans.  It's word vomit. Hurt my feelings, I tarnish your reputation. Everyone pretty much knows all there is too know about me so what have I got to lose.
I hate being someone's secret, someone's lie and someone somebody thinks they can use. Try me. I bet you will not like the outcome.

School is in sesh!

I haven't posted in the last couple months because my internal monologue wasn't exactly thriving in my head. But now it's chomping at the bit. For some reason my head is talking more than my mouth recently. Maybe because I have a reason to keep a secret and my brain is just wanting to explode the words in writing.
My Summer ended on an uneventful note, got my nails done and went shopping (which reminds me how much a pain in  the a** it is to type with nails). My daily routine has been kinda busy of late, wake up, school, work, sleep, repeat. Not fun at all. But yay! I actually got to watch a whole entire movie last night. Well, my mom wouldn't stop bickering about how I needed to clean my room but hey, she doesn't have to go to school or work so she doesn't appreciate how nice it is too just sit down and be a fatty for an hour or two.
I can already tell that I am in a down hill slide for sweatshirts and slippers for the rest of the year. Just the third week in and I'm passing on my heels for my uggs. My feet hurt and I had a long, may I repeat, long weekend. Soon the ponytail will be up and the makeup will be minimal.
US History and Algebra 2 are my first two periods. Yuck. I feel like cutting my brain into chunks and eating it in history and in Algebra 2, I can't even tell you how much I hate math. We're supposed to do corrections on homework? F*** that.
The only good thing that comes from math class is who I take it with. K-Dog, CareBear, Mariah, Molly, That's you! LMAO errrryday!
But really I have to say the best part of my day is working. I work with some of the funniest people I have ever met in my life. It's a blast.
No doubt, the busiest year in my life.