I ish exteremely sorries.

Vicki has been working on her homework for teh past few days so to my readers, I apologize that I maynt be able to post as often. No one checks this blog. That soooo sucks. The chronicles of idiocism. Guess how i came up with that title? I was talking to my friend. Let's call him "A". A and G (other dood.) were walking around like normal and i (as always) had to bother them since they seemed sooo out of it. We got into an elongated discussion about water polo, excersise, and something else I cant really remember. I teased them a bit (as usual. yeah, I am sorta evil. xD) and I told them that they were idiots and that I should write a book called the chronicles of idiocism that would be based on them. They told me I should write it about myself. And then the Chronicles were born. Since if you actually take the time to read this, you must be either really bored, an idiot, or my best friend. And no one is my best friend so, ha!
Yea. A I guess (haha. AIG insurance) would be my best guy friend. (Guy meaning a dood friend and not a bf. Gawsh. People are so delusional these days.) And no one would be my best friend since I am a sadistic, narcisstic, pessimistic, perfectionist who apparently hates the world. I am full of suprises though. I am your outsider that views the world within cause you guys never get the ENTIRE picture. (i started pondering the meaning of life and death at the age of three. I was sorta emo at the age of 7 and then i was a little kid again.) yea. Thats what this blog is sorta for, but i havent got to in a long time yet. I am your outside perspective. I am that voice in your head that tells you that you must fix ur hair or you must fix your clothes or that your life will never go right. I will critisize you for everything youve got. Thats what Im here for. And if you hate me, thats okay, cause thats how life is. A circle of hate, or a circle of love, or any other emotion you can think of. Just make sure it suits your personality. ^_~ thats all I have to say for now. Ill be your personal phsycologist starting tommorow.

EDIT:

A is a guy. So the other A will be called anilee and A will be called A. HA~ blogs.

Hugs and kisses dawlin.

And a slap in the face

From your personal (teenage) physcologist

-Vicki

Imma keep this post short.

Who doesnt like a guitar girl? Tell me. Damn. I am so blaming my DNA for being so screwed up as to leave me as I am. Cant i like get the hell out of this pattern. Gross, my brother just farted. EW!!!!! Gawsh, im so immature. I know. I like being immature. I also like warwick avenue. AND I LOVE DAVID TENNANT... still. Imma go stalk a cat now. Ciao. xD

I know what youre thinking

"SHES SO AWESOME!"

LAWLS.

-Vicki

人格変更! Personality change!

Its time for a change of pace. Its time for my 2nd personality change of the year~ This time its gonna be: Tigers Eye. In case you dont know, I change my personality whenever I feel like it. It seems for fun that way. One personality doesnt seem intresting enough. All my personalities are named after jewels or rocks. I may be free to revert to any of my old personalities any time I want. Life is boring so its my choice to make it more interesting. Its by sheer will that I keep the personality thing up. It's also because I am study self physcology so bear with me. I am exploring the ego and super ego, seeing if I can alter them at will. Or maybe im set to be a preppy misfit. Anyways this time it's tigers eye. Last time it was amethyst.

Tigers eye:
offers courage, energy, and luck. Tiger Eye is used for focusing the mind. It is said that Tiger Eye offers protection during travel, strengthens convictions and confidence.
So this time its bold and beautiful. And a touch of apathetic would make it shine. So this time its tiger's eye. Lets see how long this lasts before i revert back. One day? Two days? A week? Go ahead and bet on it. And leave your opinions in the comments. Im not crazy. Im just an over analytical, physcotic, narcissitic person who has nothing better to do with her time than to alter her ego (hahha alter ego. Get it?) and study religion. In addition, I get to have a blog which no one seriously reads and academic skills that are laid to waste. And athelticism that no one cares about, a bunch of emails, and a hello kitty tote. Call me a physco; i dont care. Its a free world out there. So I am free to be your personal weirdo. ^_~

You just think youve got me figured out

Actually, im pretty hard to read

On the surface i seem tame

Follow your intrigue. ^_~

Your best friend:

-Vicki

Out of the picture.

I must be the worst person to ask out a guy, ever. Am I still getting rejected? Unfortunately yes with some minor blushing from a few guys. I never knew I was so... un-okayish. Argh. It bothers me so much that I cant even get one maybe. So what if im not that pretty? What if I have a personality that everyone hates? Wait, thats really bad, right? Aguu~

Everyone has been asked out already. And all I can do is say dammit and move on. I will be the one going alone since my friends are all sooo grouped together and tightly knit. (no offense there.) And i always get pushed out of the stupid picture. All I have is mysteriousness. Thats right, mysteriousness. And thats why only guys in their twenties would bother to go clubbing with me. Unfortunately, no one likes that when you are 13 and have no charm. No charm. Seriously, Im just going to note peoples' reactions on monday when I act all depressed and I cry. D, A, and N (lawls. Dan. I AM SO MAKING FUN OF THEM ON MONDAY!) would go "what happened?" and i would be like "... *sob*... And that would be it. I HATE MIDDLE SCHOOL. I am so going to another school. I am going to go to Canada and marry a guy. I WILL POKE IT IN THEIR FACES.

Agh. I lack too much charm, dont fit in anywhere, am not fashionable (im reasonably fashionable), and im not a SLUT or a whore. That is why I have not been able to get a date. If I lived in Maine, things would be so much better. I would never have to deal with getting adate since the dances are so conservative. I must now go find a dress and go to sleep and cry over manga. WHat else do I have to do? Im so out of the picture that you love me. I know.

You subconsciously love me

I'm in your head

Stop thinking dirty things boys.

-Vicki

Love me yet? Nah. Didnt think so.

Everyone's favorite misfit is back. Though I am confident that no one reads this blog, I am back. xD
Imma revert to my old, cold, sadistic, unruly, apathetic self because I FEEL SO FRIGGIN INADEQUATE. I mean, I am so old in terms of philisophical thinking. Y'all suck. ^_~ I compete in poetry slams, I can play an instrument, speak 1 and 1/100 of a language, dress okay-ish, be spontaneous, be cold, be popular, or be thoughtful. I AM SUCH A FREAK. >.<>

And guess what? I got compared to the person who seemingly is perfect. E. and also one other person who I dont care about much anymore. I am sloppy, not a good example, an otaku, lazy, selfish, and etc. But I have my cover up which is pure eloquence with maybe a slight touch of beauty, a dash of athleticism, a pinch of personality and attitude, and my conscience which will in no case seems to leave me alone. I solved the ULTIMATE PUZZLE by cheating off the internet with the guy sitting across from me (lets call him J cause if he reads this its gonna be so idiotic). I erased my credit off of the board. I know, I know. Such a goody two shoes. Its not my fault that im so... ew. I cant change it. Its set in stone.

So for teh next two days. Expect me to cry. A lot. Expect me to not care, even though I will. Expect me to be silent. Expect nothing and expect everything. I hate being an outsider, but its safer in the bleachers than in the game. But its so much more exiting to play. ^_~ No one knows what the hell im talking about, but hey, its my blog. You're here to find out.

You know you hate me

And I dont really care

You dont know

I hate you back.

^_~ Smile biotches. Im bak.

-Vicki

Another day, another stack of hw.

Dood. We have a test and the teachers are still making us memorize stuff. I can almost swear that Imma have a seizure or a stroke in the next few days. I thought it was gonna be fun. I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE FUNNNN! I was so way off. Anyways, the guy I like just rejected me or he took it as a joke. It depends cause he wasnt talking in his naturally apathetic tone which annoys me cause he jacked that voice I had before! My personality has been stolen?! Anyways, Imma give up on him as of now. Yuppers. Its that easy for me. You know why? I know who he likes, but Im not telling. ^_~ In other news; A is getting a whole lot of attention. She is refusing the fact that she may be magnetically attracted to her barbie dawl. That ones still a little outta reach. xD Anyways, a new "perfect couple" has hatched. Or at least for the dance it has. J and M are going to the dance together. Let's wish them luck. My radar is getting worse by the minute, but dont worry. The moment I finally get it back, I'll be posting about this stuff more often. Sure we dont live on the upper east side, but we live in cali. We live in the most metropolitan area I can think of. Sure its not as "great" but it'll suffice. Who needs bev hills? We live in the real world. Not in the one of fake nose jobs.
Who invented plastic surgery anyways? Its such a gross factor. Even fake boobs. Its so weird. Its PLASTIC and might give you CANCER. Thats why most of the people who have gotten plastic surgery are idiots. Vain, vain idiots. Good luck not popping ur boobs, fakers. Plastic cards, plastic boobs, and plastic nose jobs. Nice. Another way to define our generation: PLASTIC. Materialistic biotches. I hate disney. They probably support plastic surgery. Its not that I hate the Jonas bros and what not; its that they signed with disney. What idiots.
Hahaha~ After today I shall have zitless skin. AHAHAHAHA! I sound like a maniac, dont I? anyways, I havent started on my hw so yeah. CiAo. And au bientou.

I know who you like

I know who you are

I dont have any more stalker things to say

Your personal stalker

-Vicki

I am totally plagerizing.

The people I know: I know its more like gossip girl than anything:
- Christina (also known as D)
- Melon (aka: R)
- Anilee (aka: A)
- Diane (aka: N)
- Rhen (aka: E) (must change latar.)

And last but not least, your narrator : me. My name is Vicki. Who knows if its my real name? Maybe it isnt . Maybe it is. You guys guess. You guys can also call me rose or melanie. I dont mind either. I'm shuffling through names in different languages.
French: Verene. German : Rose Marie. Greek: Airlea. Irish: Riona. Roman : Sabrina. Japanese: Misaki. Italian : Velia. Polish : Klara. Spanish: Ivette. Welsh: Twilie. Its late guys and I hafta go. Ciao.

Love me or hate me

-Vicki

The thing about high school...

It's the same rule for every school. You lose some to gain some. Right now, I'm having a mental debate on which high school to go to. Its not like elementary school where I could ditch everyone cause I was emo (ish. I was emo ish in elementary which is pretty weird now that I look bak.) I hated my elementary. I hate my middle school. Why could I not grow up in oklahoma or something where the schools are all modern and crap and not crappy crap. Its not fair. I have to leave my friends to go to a different school where my other friends are going. I am still searching for a high school that is modern, has a magnet (i ish a smart peoples. I wents to london and france and the netherlands. ), and it must have a football team and therefore a cheer squad for me to be on. I need to work on the splits. I need practice. I am sooo not going to my default school. I WANT TO GO TO A SCHOOL WITH A LACROSSE TEAM. Lacrosse guys are always cute. ^_~ Anyways, thats it for me right now. If you can help me find a school. That would be awesome. Ciao.

Holeh shnap.

What?

I lost my keys

Idiot

-Vicki

Bak at 10.

Everything tastes worse at tn o clock. Dinnar. Ew. Anyways,all of us are chatting. Wtf. SHORTEST ENTRY EVER. A says hi and D says heyya. Seems like what she would say. XD Vicki ish a biotch? No way. :P getta life.

"I cant find my eraser"

here it is

-Vicki

Im not on a starvation diet ya know.

It greatly disturbs me that people actually can go on starvation diets. It disturbs me more that people think that I am on one. I just say that. Duh. How else am I supposed to seem far from "real". You all are such hypocrites. XD At one point in our lives, we all have skipped a mean. My point is that I am back as Vicki and Im here to stay. I hafta cook stuff cause i am seriously hungreh. I crave shrimp in lemon sauce. Gawd, thats gonna take too long to make. So whatever. Imma cook. DONT FORGET TO COMMENT PPLES.

Some one told her that she wasnt wanted

Then she left

For eternity

Sweet and spicy. More sweet. Thats me. I'm

-Vicki

lovely. just lovely.

As the dark haired girl started at the portrait that laid at her hand. The portrait of ages ago in the time she had light that was no more. A portrait of herself over looking a meadow and 3 people greeting her with a smile.She weakly smiled and with disdain, turned it around as to feel that it were no more. It would not be disposed of, she thought. She alone wanted the overlooked importance of the portrait to be acknowledged by herself. She always thought contridictary of that portait and she wished to throw it away. There were several matters to be attended to of more importance. Like HOW THE HELL SHE WAZ SUPPOSED TO FINISH HER HOMEWORK!?
AGH! My stupid picture of my stupid self in a stupid picture frame on my stupid wall is driving me freaking insane. And so is this wacky haircut. I have like a million things to finish and my teachers are all sooo overexpecting. (-.-) I hate middle school. No free time. No fun. FLUCK. Imma do my hw before i collaspe of frustration. DAMNIT!

As far as everyone else is concerned:

Hey guys, its Vicki again with a few things 2 say~ Anyways here it is:

(names removed cause the people who read this, might get pissed. Like last time.)
Someone has a stalker. Stalked by a barbie doll. Nice going. No offense. Take my advice and act like me. He'll stop stalking you permenently. Just keep the conceit, lying, harsh giggle, and "whatevers" up. Lucky you guys. And guess who has loyalty issues. I'm not the only one having trouble getting a date for the ball. Cinderella, stop playing chase and pick a guy already. You already have them all falling for you. Leave some of them to us. It's a real small world to run into someone you dont know twice. And on top of that, you havent seen them since forever. Deja vu anyone? Lovely has a love triangle. You know who you are. Friends or not friends? Or maybe more than friends? Love is in the air and its only fall. The spring of youth. Not really. More like raging hormones. Snag a guy and stick to him; it might be a last chance. I know more than you all would think. Watch out cause fall is getting chilly and intents are cold as ice. The nails are coming out girls.

Im the one watching you all, but you know my name.

And im not the only gossiper on the block.

Im just the only one who blogs about it.

Dont underestimate my radar people.

xoxo. mwah~ -Vicki.

i havent gotten around to really post. Srry peeps.

Pft. WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING. PEOPLE. READ. MY. BLOG?
Gawsh. In case ur actually reading this.Imma start being my bloggitive self. I havent posted posted in like a million years. Which totally sucks. Anyways here's what I have to say:
High school? NOOO! I dont want to go to high school. Especially not marshall but since I live by there. I have to go. If I go, I am soo using public commute. My parents are EMBARESSING. I think i can take the metro. Ugh. The school looks so ghetto. No offense, but it does. Its a historical site too. My dreams are freakin ruined. I was gonna have a happy high school life, but it's gonna be sooo crappy. Website to the old ghetto school: http://johnmarshallhs.org/
I wanted to go to like a good school like Dia is going too. Imma miss her and Anne and Eva and EVERYONE. Most people are going to marshall but its not their choice either. We get to be grouped at a school where teachers have sexually harassed their students. yipee. Graduation is a whole year away, but I STILL HATE IT! Im even going to miss Robert and Griffin. (I hang around them too much. I dont know why I do, its more fun and less boring. They hate me. Yea. I sorta picked up on that.) Asatur might go but its still going to be boring. Jacob, Noelyn, other Jacob, Raylyn, Rayna, Raphael, Vera, Danielle, Omar, Lucia, Clementine, Amy, Nico, Nicko, and a whole shnetload of other people are going so getting a fresh start off of the reputation bat is going to be difficult. High school isnt THAT much of a prob. There are more things to worry about.
I NEED A DATE TO THE BALL. A PRINCE? A PAUPER? A friend? Aw crap. I cant think of anyone who would say yes to the dance matter. The ball is in winter (hence it is called the Winter Ball) and everyone has gotten a date already. Its not that I cant get a date, its more that its awkward.Its soo weird to, out of the blue, ask someone if they want to be ur date. -pulls hair out- I dont have a stalker nor a boy-friend nor a boyfriend.
AP credits? I need to go to freakin oxford. I need to get credits, play an instrument, speak 2 languages, and come from a humble mid-low class family. I've only got the family down. I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING POSSIBLE! I went overseas to study, I have gotten freakin straight A's, and I need to keep it up in High school. Im in Leadership, I have joined dance, I've danced for 5 and a half years. I have a blog. WHAT MORE DO THOSE PEOPLE WANT FROM ME?!
Mawr importantly, Imma end this post and start a new one. My font is huge. -mumbles- MUST I BE A CHEERLEADER?! Its every girl's dream, cept mine.

I ran out of witty things to say

-Vicki

I deleted all my hate posts and now my blog is crap.

Agu. Its now like 11:19 and blogger wont change the effing time. Here's whats up:
-my mom and dad think I have a guy
-my mom and dad might not let me go to the dance (winter ball. Huge social thing)
-my mom and dad might not let me go to six flags (its 5pm to 1am. I know. Its awesome for those who dont go to my skwel.)
-my friends think Im some weirdo with no life
-my other friends think Im a weirdo with a lot of life
-my other other friends think I have no catagory to fall into
-everyone is suprised that I watch TV. Wtf.
-Homework on weekends. crappers.
-Must find date for the dance. Good ones are taken. I dont have the looks nor the motivation.
-Must run treadmill. I CANT EVEN RUN A MILE UNDER 3 MIN ANYMORE. I NEED TO START TRAINING DAMMIT. OR I WONT MAKE IT INTO THE INVITATIONAL MILE RACE (AGAIN. FREE GATORADE IS AS GOOD A REASON AS ANYTHING).
-Must beat idiots (narcisstic ones or at least a little... aw damn it. Its not fair. XP some people are born gifted and others arent.)
-Make sure that no one reads this blog cept for my friends
-Look up definition of inferiority complex.
THATS A REALLY LONG TO DO LIST. XD Imma get started on it. ARGH. I still hate LAUSD. So. Much. Fridging. HOMEWORK. And to top it, my brother wants to use the comp. <(-.-)> fluck. ciao people, I gotta go. Au bientou. I gotta shower. And then Ill be back to post some mawr. I really dont have too much of a life. The coolness is an illusion. AN ILLUSION. -disappears-

whatever. Its me, Vicki. More well known as the vicster. But not really.

blueberries & whipped creme.

Bluberries and creme. Imma get fat and at the same time boost my health. CHyeah. It's awesome.
Anyways. I'm back and today I vertified how horrible my hair looks. Hahaha. You guys only see it when it's neat and done. Right now, my hair looks like a bird's nest. It's just as it was two years ago. Horribly messy and untameable.
But today is not about my hair nor about the blueberries and creme. Its about homework. Fluck. Its always about hw. I am seriously going to kill the person who regulated that the LAUSD teachers have to give a half hour of hw each week. It's really annoying. I have not started on my homework. I never start on my hw. I always wait til the last minute and then I do my effing hw. I have to finish monologues, geometry, history, and crap. I have no time to waste my time with this. This week in my life: I was verbally harassed for a group that is a sorta lost cause. And with all the club stuff going on, I seriously have no time. UGH! MY FRIENDS ARE ALL IGNORING ME NOW! >.> could life get any better or could this post get any longer. The answer is yes, but I gotta rewrite this cause the last post was shnet.Peace out peeps.

NE~?

WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THE NE?!

Idk. Puhi.

-smacks head-

♡ﾟ･:*:･｡★♪♥☆ Vicki ☆♥♪★｡･:*:･ﾟ♡

Last post was a hate rant (-.-)

Personally, I would take back that last post, but it took me sooo long to write it. :P Anyways, bout the winter ball thing: I promise that I will be more pretty, coversational, and glamourous than ever before. I just have to wait for someone to ask me. If no one has asked me by October, I will start asking. Its okay either way. Its just someone to dance with. If this was a formal gala, I would kick all of ur arses at waltzing. xP I will be normaller than usual. You'll see.

Im too lazy to write a title.

If youre reading this, you either have no life or you are one of the few people who actually read blogs. Anyways, my name is Vicki. I'm a person. I have a blog. This is my blog. This is my intro that I copied from my facebook:
Activities:
Hmm. I like to swim, jog (I'm pretty good at track), hike (for the awesome mountain views and health benefits obviously), bike (cause its fun), play basketball (even though I'm not really good), ballet and contemporary dance (amateur), rollerskate (hehehe, at the rink), golf (sometimes, if I have time), and play tennis (which is awesome).
Interests:
My interests include cooking (anything!), gardening (I'm not that good at it though), mmorpg (if that counts~), and I guess a lot more. I dunno how 2 define interests.
Favorite Music:
My favorite music genres are Alternative, Pop, and Classical. I like a variety of music. From Mozart to Paramore. If you want to ask, go ahead.
Favorite TV Shows:
Hahaha! I luv anything. Seriously! I luv to watch Family Guy, Mad TV, Saturday Night Live, The Simpsons, Desparate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy, Men in Trees, Friends, Sex and the City, Will and Grace, Two and a Half Men, Buffy, Charmed, Tom and Jerry, Supernatural, Ugly Betty, Smallville...and if anime counts:Clannad, Air TV, Kanon 2006, Elemental Gerad, Kimikiss Pure Rouge, Naruto, Death Note, Nabari no Ou, Chiko Heiress to the Phantom theif, Shugo Chara (its sooo cute!), and there is a really long list.
Favorite Movies:
Penelope, Made of Honor, The Lakehouse, and practically any Romance, Action, or Romantic Comedy. -is a hopeless romantic-
About Me:
I am Vicki. Thats a great opening line ryt? I'm your average girl. I'm peppy and sarcastic and apathetic all at the same time. Well... sort of. I look like an elementary schooler and I guess that's what makes me unique. I wear a little too much eyeliner and you can find me walking in jeans and my favorite "I'm with stupid t-shirt". I hang around with my friends which are divided into 4 groups. The first group is the almost popular, super sarcastic people who couldnt give a damn if I were there or not. The second is the dorky, but sweet group who can be overwhleming at times but, theyre great to have around. The third group is the SUPER POPULAR people who seem to outshine me by a who friggin lot and seem to hang around me cause I make them look a lot better. The last group is my overly deep, caring friends who make me gag because they are so deep they seem like they are taken out of a poem. I dont really belong anywhere so you may see me wander campus alone. Ah the joys of this insane life. Travels: I've been to Paris, Caen, London, Amsterdam, 13 states and possibly more, Canada,China, and someday the whole friggin world. The things that I love include: Mochi, Ice-cream, anime, manga, books, the invention of teh internet and cell phone, my pet zebra finch Tori-san, the colors black, pink, green, and neon blue, my patchwork, my never used skateboard, my computer, and my garden.The things I hate: Too long to list. Figure it out yourself.Teeheehee~ That ish my abouts me. I dont have much to say so feel free to message or IM me. Just dont be a stalker. I've had to change my email a bunch of times already (stupid spammers), and I dont need to change it again.

Gawsh I sound stupid. Sorry I couldnt remove the underline guys. <(>.>)>
Well, welcome to my life in all its glory.

I welcome you to the life of the immortal pineapple.
Who the hell cares?
Gragh.
ﾟ･:*:･｡★♪♥☆ Vicki ☆♥♪★｡･:*:･ﾟ♡

9/17

Its 9 pm here at my desk and I am not remotely started with my homework. THERE IS SO MUCH FRIGGIN HW! I cant seriously finish anything.
List:
-Problem 30. (dont know what that means)
-2 wkshts.
-science wkbk pg 9-12
-history (start on draft)
-Cornell notes 7. (takes a crap load of time)
-PE paper. (my price of being in dance.)
-MONOLOGUE REVISION. SHET.
Argh. Im still young and I dont need all of this effing stress. IT MAKES YOU OLD. VERY OLD.
I really need to finish b4 12 am. I need sleep damnit. I need my friggin vacation back. Im going to turn out with dark circles under my eyes.
A bit of randomness:
fall is still summer and picture day is coming. What the hell will you be wearing. The only time we dont have uniforms. Im probably gonna screw up my outfit like last year. OR LAST LAST YEAR. Halloween is coming too. Imma bite you all. Vampires are awesome. Not as awesome as this blog. Jking. And I predict that this halloween will be more fun than ever. Lets go. Trick or treat people. Its a month early, but not to early for tricks. Watch your back.

Nice blog.
Shut up

Not again.

♡ﾟ･:*:･｡★♪♥☆ Vicki ☆♥♪★｡･:*:･ﾟ♡

4 am and im still awake writing this post

Who are you to judge the people who do hw slowly. I may seem lik a genius at school, but that takes a lot of hard work and almost no dedication. Im only getting these good grades to get into a good school on a full-ride scholarship. Pft. UCLA rules, but imma go to the Ivy Leagues. You heard me, Dartmouth. Gragh, I hafta finish all this hw. Shneit. I feel like crap. My face hurts and i need my eye cream. I need sleep damnit. Fruck. Just english and science. I need my coffee.

Time for school.

Its 6:26 here in LA and hafta shower and go to school. Blah. Imma post when i get back from school peoples. Ciao.

Cafe Latte biotchs.

I'm not on crack, im on coffee. Which kid in their right mind drinks as much coffee as I do? I am short. Now I have to switch to V8 and its not even half as good. I can survive on coffee candy but the real thing is so much better. I wish my little brother would shut up. He is getting mad at me for posting instead of letting him play. He seems pretty pissed off. I am still writing though. He is now staring at the computer. Anyways, I need coffee and i need something to eat. There is a huge monologue due tommorow. -_-" dammit. I want to kill my little brother. I will. I want to. I cant or I'd get locked up in jail. Thats not fair. But it will pay off when he gets a job. Then i can borrow money from him for my house. :P Imma post later. My bro is an idiot who wont let me use my computer. Vicki says ciao.

Blood is yummy.

Stop being so emo.

Why dont you both, STFU. Im trying to end this entry

Fun killer. puhi~

♡ﾟ･:*:･｡★♪♥☆ Vicki ☆♥♪★｡･:*:･ﾟ♡