The Legendary Sadies

Sadies was Friday. During 2nd, I bumped my head on a chair and got a bump that looked like a freakin tumor. So I thought it was gonna be a bad day. But it was aiight. After school I stayed till 6 to set up. Scotty and I were hanging stars on the ceiling and it was hella scary up there. Then me and the Indians ( :] ) were joking around about hairy arms and taping our legs together so it was pretty coo. At 6, Daisy and I left to get ready at her house. There, I met Dylon, Daisy's date, who was incredibly cute. Haha. Anyways, then we got to the dance and we were early but people were already lining up! We sold hella tickets too, cause that shit was a once in a life time chance. To attend a dance that will go down in history is an honor =) That was probably the best glow in the dark dance ever. Anyways, so everyone was comin` in, gettin the party started, and everyone looked fly as hell. But everyone was nasty and sweaty. I fuckin had my sweat and everyone else's on my back. It was sooo nasty but it was hella fun. I'll never exchange it for anything.

So we were all dancing and Jeffrey came with Steve and Raj! Yay for them cause they weren't gonna come cause they thought they were hella cool or something. We were all dancing and I couldn't even breathe cause everyone was taller than me and taking up my oxygen.

But like always, some drama always comes along in a dance. But I should probably not really talk much about it, cause it was pretty fucked up. Alls i have to say is that I apologize but y'all know the reason why. Anyways, when the dance ended, I realized Karen had taken my car keys home and she wasn't picking up her phone so I was stuck with Jeff. J/K. So we, Daisy, Steve, Calin, Jeff, Kanika, Ashley, Amy, and Michael went to Dennys. Yay for Calin hahaha. It was fun.

Yeah, so if you missed the Space Jam, you missed hellurh fun.

Truly, One in a Million

There's only one person in the world who can make you smile when you're sad.
There's only one person in the world who can make you laugh when you're mad.
There's only one person that will rush to you when you just want to see him.
There's only one person in the world that you can tell your deepest darkest secrets knowing that he will never be judging you.
There's only one person that will be by your side every minute of the day, even if he's not physically there.
There's only one person that you can be yourself around---even when you're talking in an accent that is nowhere to be found in the world.
There's only one person in the world that you will feel comfortable around 24/7, whether you are wearing make up or just waking up with no make up and just eye boogers.
There's only one personin the world that can still say "I love you" after the fact that you two aren't together anymore.
And there's only one person in the world that can be your Best Friend and your Baby at the same time.

I feel lucky to have found someone like you, someone who can fufill all the things that a good friend should. Someone I know that when you say you will never leave my side, through thick and thin, you actually mean it. And there's no chance in the world that I will turn down that offer. You're my number one.


Whether or not you've found that special someone, they're out there, waiting and wishing they could find somebody like you.

They Love To Talk

Telephone (the game): One person starts. They think of something to say and passes it to the next person. The next person repeats what that person says to the next and so on and so on. Once the last person is told the "secret," they repeat it to the whole group. Oddly enough, the "secret" revealed by the last person is different, sometimes really different, from what the original one said.

Now think about it. Telephone is a game we play for fun; however, we play this game everyday. It's called gossiping. There's no denying that everyone loves to gossip, especially girls. I mean, that's where our awkward moments turn into really interesting ones. But when something is stretched into something hurtful or shocking, we know someone in that chain of lies fucked up real bad.

Gossiping leads to wrong conclusions about someone or someone's situation. When word gets out about someone or something, especially if it is wrong, other people begin to talk and judge. And seriously, if I wasn't writing this, I'd be like "So?" But writing this makes me realize that it is so fucked up to say things that I heard to other people when, in fact, I don't even know if it's true or not. Making conclusions about someone, in general, is pretty messed up and for the same reason. We don't know the truth or the facts about that thing! Now seriously, I know everyone has been in this position but I'm fucking sick of it.

So to YOU. Yes, I may appear to be a flirt but you have no freaking idea what is going on in my life. I don't need to tell everyone, and especially you, about my private life, such as my relationships and such. Don't depend on fucking Facebook or MySpace to tell you the truth. Don't depend on them to tell you whether I'm single, married, divorced, or it's complicated. Cause boy do I love to deceive people like you to believe the wrong things. That's how I get my laughs. Seeing how fucking stupid and gullible you are. I feel so bad for you. You have no life so you must dig into someone else's and make conclusions about them because then it'd be fun to stir up some drama. Well, baby, I'm too old for that shit. My life is my life and I know that you know nothing about me. I also know that you will never stop talking about people's lives until you are satisfied with your own, which might take a while. Last but not least, my close friends know the truth and what I'm doing with my life. I tell them what they need to know or what I think they should know. There's a reason why I don't tell people like you. And that reason is so apparent. So YOU, please please please find peace with yourself. Your assumptions on my life and what I do with it is up for grabs to sell cause they'll never be right. So dear YOU, have fun baking a cake of drama, but no offense, I'm probably not gonna eat it.