
See life through the eyes of a teenage girl who can't wait for adulthood to come to her...with an array of peculiar interests and a strange personality, this blog is sure to please that little part of you that yearns for something this weird.
As some of you might know, tomorrow, Saturday, May the fifth, two thousand and seven, the year of your fucked-up lord Jesus Christ, is the day of my formal (or "ninth grade celebration dance!" as the dance committee puts it). Last night, I had a really vivid dream about it. The dream depicted my shoes and purse not matching, my make-up smudged, and my hair messed up. I seriously woke up in a cold sweat, not even jay-kaying you. But today I was at Natalie's house and I told her all about it, and she said that probably the opposite is going to happen. I love Natalie so much
Today when I was over at her house, she practiced formal make-up on me, and damn it looks good. She's gonna come over to my crib and do my make-up, my mawm's gonna do my hair, and damn...I am gonna rock ass. Fuck all you guys in my school for not asking me out, I'm about to show you what you have been missing all these years.
I'm gonna take a whole lot of pictures and I might post them on this blog. Stay tuned!
P.S.: I got my period last night, which means I'm gonna have my period tomorrow. I hate being a woman.
~ michelle
What the...fuck you, anonymous!