About Life and Fails

About life and fails:

Life is full of fails.
Fails are full of life.
-end dramatic portion-

Onto the fangirliness!
Just a few mawr days until new years and I have never kissed a guy in my life so right now I am a kiss virgin. Not a slut. But still, this makes this blogger depressed. The New Years Kiss is SUPPOSED to be important but I seriously dont care. Well, I do care. Just not a lot.

...

Okay, I do care a lot and this makes me feel like an utter fraking failure. A FAIL. MAJORLY. I feel horrified at my refining, now unconscious refining of my manners and mannerisms. I have to adjust everything.

My new years res?
Here it is:

MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION IS....


NOT TO BE A B*TCH.

And that is quite a lot to ask. Honestly. I talk back to everyone, either cursing in my mind or cursing aloud which some may call childish and unbefitting of a girl of my er.... person but still. I lost my point, again. Erm. So, not being a bish is my no. 1 priority.

Why is that important again?
This comes back to the subject of my depression. I havent heard any gossip. Im out of it. Out of shape. Out of talk. Out of everything. Im out of candy-canes.

Focus.
Okay:
Rube Goldberg (aka my awesome escape from my reality of BOREDOM and retaliation at my retard friends from vaca. Well not an escape but more of a distraction from my loserism which i have IN ONE POST grown to hate because new years.)

Um.
Rube Goldberg=> Following nerds around=> Guaranteed A+=> Escaping=> Mental Breakdown => Cry to the person E cant get to anymawr (tee-hee) => Live in Bliss for half a second b4 he has that "wtf" moment every guy has when they have a girl sobbing on their shoulder.

Which reminds me that I have to strengthen my mental defenses and sharpen my smiling a bit shyly and "polite" gestures. After all, when visiting one's house, one must be the perfect guest, no? I need to pick a simple outfit (preferably a nerd one) which will convey honesty (emerald?) and a hairstyle (a simple pinned up ponytail suggest professionality) and I must practice the all important "trust me, I'm listening" pose. Argh. Too much to do.

I want to spy on who is snogging whom but I have no life so why the hell am I starting this blog in the first place? Oh right, I thought I would have a reader.

PINEAPPLE FLASHBACK TIME:
Where pineapple has a random flashback like those silent films.

Time: 3rd per, 7th Grade, Algebra

Ashton: *taps pencil*
Trent: *joins in*
Tangerine: *silent*
Pineapple: *ANNOYED*
Teachar: ... *teaches graphs*
Pineapple: Treeeennnnttt. AASSSSHHHTTTTONN. STFUU!
-20 minutes latar-
Ashton: *mumble mumble* taught me the sign for dont get shot.
Pineapple: *FACEPALM*
Tangerine: *laughs*
Trent: *mimics ashton*

I miss 7th Grade SOOOOO much.
I cant wait to get the hell outta here to high school.

Oops. BRB.

xoxo.

iLUVFEBRUARY. Despite valentines is on a Saturday.

Natnl PDA day. EW.

Cant love me, cant hate me.

Somethin like dat.

-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear