okay lovely bitches I am posting my lats post for TWO WEEKS!!! KNOW WHY? CUZ I'M GOIN TA ENGGGLAND!!! IN. YO. FACEE!

BUT I'D REALLY RATHER BE IN L.A. WATCHING AAR AT TOUUURRRNADOOOO!!!!

okay, anyway..i have lotsa shizz to do, including write x-rated crack for CASSIE. i have to leave in about 5 hrs, i also haven't um. Slept...

okay anyway, gotta go...

In the spirit of nostalgia...


You Know You Love Me,



Gossip Girl.



Hahahahaha couldn't resist.

I'm blogging at 4.34am. I turn nocturnal during the holidays. sjdlajsdsajldkjaldcvfrlqjkdl.

I'm fucking hungry. Maybe I'll go make toast.

Today it was my mom's fault this plate fell on my foot. but she goes "it's because youre room is messy it's come back to haunt you." WTF. I AM RELATED TO THIS *!^!%@

I'm watching Tyra Banks fawn all over Beyonce. I need a life.

Go to veganza.org. Oh, but for stupid people who do not understand satire, stay away. And preferably out of my life.

Father: you know that i love you, my children.
Children: yes, father.
Father: but you know that i can’t stand the bad things that you do.
Children: yes father, but we are sorry, and we try hard not to.
Father: that is good, and i forgive you because you love me.
Children: thankyou, father.
Father: but if any one of you ever stops loving me, i will slash your tendons with a razorblade, and roast you over an open fire until you die in screaming agony. remember that i love you, my children, and that i don’t force you to do anything i say. i’m just going to stoke the fire now.

Ah, the convent will punish me won't they. I bring shame to it.

Okay, toast time before I faint from hunger.


M TO THE A TO THE... Oh forget it i'm too hungry,

Okay, so here. I have come back to blog. It is 1.13am and I confess, I'm watching Lizzie McGuire *hides* OLD FAN HABITS ARE HARD TO BREAKKKK... I EVEN HAD THE FREAKING CALENDAR ALL RIGHT...

I shall also confess that I used to have a huge crush on Adam Lamberg, aka Gordo.

You are cringing over there aren't you.

I also always wondered why the FUCK Kate was the popular one. I mean, God. Hilary Duff is MILES prettier than Ashlie Brillault.

OOOOKAY. Enough with that.

Now it's D-D-D-D-DORA! WHO'S THAT SUPER COOL EXPLORAAA DORAA! JUMP IN! VAMANOS!!!!!!!!

I shall copy Cassie and record down my Christmas wishlist:

- Move Along Deluxe Edition
- AAR BAND TEES!!!!
- AAR's debut album
- Starlite Desperation's Violate A Sundae album
- SOME CORDUROY PANTS DAMNIT!!!!
- A LOSS OF SEVEN MORE KG.
- Sprouse Code!!!!
- TSL TAPING TICKETSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Second DC Lifestory
- More Cecily Von Ziegesar books.
- More historical novels. (they're addictive AND educational!)
- Um, a life?
- A new skateboard, mine's broken.
- Jimmy Bennett *pervy smile*
- AN 80+ PERCENTAGE IN SCHOOL!
- A new cell phone. MINE FUCKING SUCKS ASS. OR AT LEAST I WANT MY OLD SAMSUNG E530C!!!!!!!!! *WAILS* GIVE ME BACK MY LOVELY PURPLE FLIPPY CLAMMMSHELLL PHONE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT RAZR OR KRAZR SHIT JUST GIVE ME BACK MY SAMSUNG PHONNEEEE!!!!!!!
- FOR SOMEONE TO WRITE ME CRACKKKKK!!!!!
- SHOES.


Okay so that wraps it up for now... I may add to it when I wish.

See ya? I shall sms Cashie now.

Hello.

Cat is forcing me to blog so I guess I will?

First of all, let me blog about my FREAKING SCARY DREAM. I dreamt that __ became like, freaking pretty and like a model or something and she became even more of a snobby bitch than now. IT FREAKED ME OUT! And I was nice to her, to everyone! I was possessed by the bloody pink checked dress!

I am really... Afraid.

Cassie still hasn't fixed my blog. Damn you.

Okay this is a quick blog I'll come back after tuition. Or not cuz I'm going out with my mom.

JIMMY BENNETT IS SEX ON LEGS!

I'm feeling really edgy today. And I would use the term emo, except then that would give all the emoposers out there to think that emo actually means emotional. I laugh in your faces. So all the people who have been calling me emo for the past few days, YOU HAVE GOTTEN YOUR WISH. HAPPY?

WHEN DARKNESS TURNS TO LIGHT, IT ENDS TONIGHT...

Finally I understand why people want Tournado tickets. I WOULD GIVE MY HOUSE AWAY FOR TOURNADO TICKETS RIGHT NOW.

And I haven't seen ANY bookstore's with Harold's End by JT Leroy. If anyone sees it, TELL ME WHERE YOU FOUND IT! But it's in the Literature section... So I doubt many of you will see it... But whatever.

Yes.

Snappish.

I feel violent. NOBODY'S AROUND FOR ME TO FUCKING TALK TO. Cassie is God-knows-where in Hougang... Cat's in Malaysia building fuckin toilets... And all my other buddies are MIA or are too boring to talk to on messenger. No offense, you're great in person.

I need a chatbox. I'll be happy to chat with a flamer right now.

There's holidays for you. I usually become depressed around this time.

I shall go write some random AAR songfic. I want to write about Dance Inside but that's too perverted. Sigh.

Damn you world.


I GIVE THE FINAL BLOW.

EDIT!!!: CASSIE! HELP ME I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE LAYOUT!!! HELP ME AND I'LL GIVE YOU SOME MORE CRACK!!!

So I'm really bored right now.

LAMDA was today. The lady was nice and all, but dang. The woman wouldn't let me talk! How am I supposed to get my dang distinction if she don't give me a chance to talk?

I was oober nervous. I had to put my head between my legs (yes I KNOW how wrong that sounds but whatever) and headbang to AAR before I calmed down even a little bit.

After that, I was happy to be able to go home and stone. BUT I'M FREAKING BORED. And I can't play Halo properly with my brother until we get a new controller. Fuck Microsoft. *shouts at xbox controller* DON'T YOU COME WITH A WARRANTY?!

Okay. I really have nothing to blog about. Because to have something to blog about, you need to have something to do.

Well, I DO need some new boots for my England trip. Somebody find me good, round-toed, flat brown suede boots. And I'll love you for freakin ever.

I'm watching 50 Cutest Child Stars All Grown Up. For like, the sixth time. You see the desperation? Yes, I see the desperation.


Peace out

M to the A to the R to the I to the E.

Uh... Hi.

I'm Marie. But since you're here, you probably already knew that.

I'm posting just so there isnt this "The requested URL was not found on this server. Please visit the Blogger homepage or the Blogger Knowledge Base for further assistance" where my blog is supposed to be. So yeah.

Llamas.

Remember,


The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things.