Hello.

i've been bleeding from my bellybutton all day. i have no idea why, i suspect internal bleeding, as it has been hurting for a week but without any sign of blood until today. it was weird, it had pus and stuff. it could be an infection, an abscess or a tumor. fucking yay me.

is that a TMI? sorry. you know, if anyone tells me this stuff, i actually like hearing it.

i just need to say that i'm fuck annoyed at all these girls in ____ and ___ who are like "setting up____ blog, ___ing away" and "my jewellry is handmade, and i just sold another one!"

you know, i admire their entrepreneurship. and of course am feeling inadequate. but the irony is that, THEY HAVE NO TALENT, LOL. which makes me fuck, fuck annoyed. its like, great you have to be perfect and everyone likes you despite your bitchiness, but, you have to be a 14 year old CEO? FUCK OFF!!!!!

and then of course my mother ran over a curb. and busted two tires. now my mom and brother are having a fucking cow arguing with the hertz people.

it's really cooold. whenever im cold my teeth chatter.

ah i saw The Drowsy Chaperone. IT WAS THE BEST MUSICAL I'VE SEEN SINCE WICKED!

tres fabulous. it was much more cleverly acted than wicked, although wicked has that... charm you know. but this one was really witty and clever, a play within a play. some good pervy jokes in there. hurhur.

HAHAHA. "I'm not sending my son down to this dangerous person! WE ARE FOREIGNERS IN A STRANGE COUNTRY!" LMAOLMAO my mom is like fucking with the hertz employee on the phone. Gawd.

and they call ME the fucking drama queen.

ah, i would like to say something before i go. my brother was previously lambasting my lack of intelligence, if you bothered to read two posts back. well, i pointed out that i did indeed begin watching the west wing well before he started (agewise) and that he only began reading terry pratchett at 16. so he expects a fucking 11 year old to be interested? and i basically drowned him out by listing all the different ways he is a closeminded dweeb, and that i know way more than he did at this age. he was like reading tom clancy. HOW DEEP CAN GUNS GO, I ASK YOU. NOT VERY.

and then, to top it off i went, "who's evolved? WHO'S EVOLVED? YEAH ME. RIGHT THURR." HAHAHAHAH YES I REALLY SAID THAT. lmao. night at the museum.

my brother sighs everytime i say righ thurr. HAHAHAHAA.

as for my mother, ah well, this sums it up: you need a reason to believe in, purely for your own convenience.

oh mother. i love you and the fact that you trash talk me in the other room and chide me for my selfishness while, what have we done that i've wanted on this trip? did you even want to hold my coat for me while i held all your bags and even your fugly ass shoes? is it my fault i'm terrible at finding things?

Well I'm just so. Damn. Sorry.


-there, i kept it short-