Maria Elena Santiago.

I'm not kidding, this was someone's name. And she inspired some song. The Smithereen's Maria Elena.


... There was also one sung by Michael Buble. IRONY.

If anyone calls me Maria, though, expect a big slap on the face.

I know I'm named after some song but I can't remember the tune. I think it's the Spanish song. Also that "Marieeeee the dawn is breeeaaaaaking" song.


I think all this talk of my own name is thanks to justine. ELENA! ELENA! ELENA! Yeah, bitch, it won't say your name!


Ugh my mom was especially psycho today. I was reorganising my new room, it still doesn't feel like me yet, really, then she came in and spazzed and undid all my FUCKING NICE shelf work and was all "NOOOOOO YOU CAN'T MOVE MY THINGSSSSSS" and was all "OMG! WHERE'S -unknown title- BOOK? I STOLE IT FROM FAIRFIELD!!!!! WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOO WITH IT?"
me: I haven't even moved any books yet. I ONLY MOVED CDS!!!!!!
mom: NOOOOOOOOO YOU MOVED IT WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT YOU LOST IT -CRIES- I DONT LOVE YOU ANYMORE

she was whining at the top of her bloody voice. I wanted to slap her. and or SWEAR LOUDLY. and then turning my room into a mini black parade hovel...

and then i find the damn book on some other shelf i haven't even fucken looked at and she goes "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MOVED MY THINGS I HATE YOU!!"

she cried for five retarded minutes. i was just standing there going, what the fuck? and excuse me, she hasn't set foot in this room for x1000 years.

then i couldn't find my three cheers cd and wanted to die. so i put on lotms and died to that instead. attempted to cry the shittiness of life out.

God hates me.


You'll be next.

Tomorrow.