Hello once again!!!
I'm going to try to not talk about my problematic life at all today (besides this little blurb and believe me with the day I had, I could spend over an hour typing it out) Instead, I'm going to say that in less than an hour my team and myself are going against our parents in a "end of the season game' even though we still have a couple games and the provincial/regional (whatever its actually called) tournament. this is my last year, which makes me a bit sad, but I know it's not the end of the world and I'm friends with all the girls on my team, so i know that it won't really be the end.
Anyway, that is the end of that! -nods- So, instead of spilling my most inner thoughts, I decided that I shall share a few of my favourite quotes from a little website called .
(407):
i went to disney world today with my friends, met snow white, then saw her later at a bar. she is naked next to me in her bed, passwed out. when you wish upon a star...
(((847):
I accidentally had sex with my boyfriend's twin last night...and he didn't stop me.
(1-847):
How was it?
(847):
Fantastic, but that's not the point.))
There are more, but I hadn't realized the time and I have to go if I want to get there on time! Wish me luck... LMAO!!!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Life Can Really Suck
Hey there Cyberspace. I'll be keeping this one a hell of a lot shorter than the last couple. Sorry... I hadn't actually realized how much I wrote there until I went back and read it over.
I've been extremely depressed this past week or so for about three reasons. If it's more than that... well, whatever. But it's mainly these three reasons::
One: My dad took my phone away... asshole. He left my mom and me and my brother when I was three... And now he thinks he has a right to control my life. I've told him, to his face, to "go fuck himself" I don't even know how many times... and yet he reads a text I got, sees swearing and says it's his "fatherly right and responsiblity" to read what his daughter has been up to. He sees swearing and takes my phone away. I've asked a couple people to look for it, and no one, I repeat, NO ONE can find it anywhere!!! GAH!
Two: My sister, Mizz Scene Queen, jacked my computer and now it is buried somewhere in the deep recesses of her bedroom. A bedroom of which you need a HAZMAT suit just to WALK PAST! Like seriously. A plus on this depression... she has to spend the day cleaning that pit of a black hole she calls a room.
And, last but mostly likely the main MAIN reason for my depression! I have no money for school in September. If you would have asked me last year, if I could ever get depressed about not being able to go to school, I would have laughed in your face. I mean, I hated High school. Those years were probably the worst ever for me. And now that I finally know what I want to be "when I grow up" and what i want to take in College, I HAVE NO MONEY FOR IT! My parents didn't put money towards a college fund. And, sadly, the only job I've had, I can't get anywhere else because I don't have the college certificate for it!
That one certainly turned around to bite me in the ass. Well, anyway I just wanted to get that out. It's better to say what's on your mind than keep it bottled up and fall farther into the bottomless pit that is depression. And now, cyber ladies and gents, I'm off to try and talk my brother into going for a drive with me... I want this book really badly but the closest store that has a copy is like a half hour away from me... and I don't want to go alone. Does that make me a chicken or just smart considering its pouring rain and I don't have a cell phone? Meh, I'm going with smart.
Until next time Cyberspace...
(haha, that totally sounded like a goodbye cue for the news or something... woow... lame XD)
I've been extremely depressed this past week or so for about three reasons. If it's more than that... well, whatever. But it's mainly these three reasons::
One: My dad took my phone away... asshole. He left my mom and me and my brother when I was three... And now he thinks he has a right to control my life. I've told him, to his face, to "go fuck himself" I don't even know how many times... and yet he reads a text I got, sees swearing and says it's his "fatherly right and responsiblity" to read what his daughter has been up to. He sees swearing and takes my phone away. I've asked a couple people to look for it, and no one, I repeat, NO ONE can find it anywhere!!! GAH!
Two: My sister, Mizz Scene Queen, jacked my computer and now it is buried somewhere in the deep recesses of her bedroom. A bedroom of which you need a HAZMAT suit just to WALK PAST! Like seriously. A plus on this depression... she has to spend the day cleaning that pit of a black hole she calls a room.
And, last but mostly likely the main MAIN reason for my depression! I have no money for school in September. If you would have asked me last year, if I could ever get depressed about not being able to go to school, I would have laughed in your face. I mean, I hated High school. Those years were probably the worst ever for me. And now that I finally know what I want to be "when I grow up" and what i want to take in College, I HAVE NO MONEY FOR IT! My parents didn't put money towards a college fund. And, sadly, the only job I've had, I can't get anywhere else because I don't have the college certificate for it!
That one certainly turned around to bite me in the ass. Well, anyway I just wanted to get that out. It's better to say what's on your mind than keep it bottled up and fall farther into the bottomless pit that is depression. And now, cyber ladies and gents, I'm off to try and talk my brother into going for a drive with me... I want this book really badly but the closest store that has a copy is like a half hour away from me... and I don't want to go alone. Does that make me a chicken or just smart considering its pouring rain and I don't have a cell phone? Meh, I'm going with smart.
Until next time Cyberspace...
(haha, that totally sounded like a goodbye cue for the news or something... woow... lame XD)
Monday, March 8, 2010
And the Winner is...
Okay, practice is over!!! But that's not what I'm back here to talk about! No, no, no, Cyberspace. Me talking about practice would be very boring, that I can promise you! Of course I'm back in Cyberland to tell you the tale of the Underage Drinking Fool! Ta-Daa!!! Now, I've been told by numerous people that I shouldn't repeat this story. However, I don't generally listen to people when they tell me I can't do something. I will do it. (side story) I was told to never cut my hair, by my father, because he likes long hair on girls. This is coming from a man who still thinks I'm a six year old little girl who still has scabby knees from playing. Hell, he thinks I've never had a boyfriend... yes, my fellow cyberpeoples, he is that naive; that in the dark. Also, he's a complete moron.
He told a young guy he was working with (the guy was/is whatever about 25), when they saw me and my cousin on one of our early morning jogs (back when we were actually talking, long story I may or may not get into it later). Apparently, this young "kid" saw us, and pointed me out specifically and said something that men say when they see a "hot girl" or whatever. My dad flipped out (I heard this from his boss as well as my father) and told him that the girl he saw running in the blue tank and black shorts was his daughter and that if he even looked at me again, my father would break his fingers. A bit much, you say? Yes, yes it is. And that ladies and gentlemen of cyberspace, is why I've never introduced him to my few but very memorable boyfriends. I'd like them to stay in my life for more than a minute. Anyway, sorry I sidetracked the sidetrack. The point of that, was that one day this moron told me to never cut my hair and I went out the next day and chopped it all off. (it looks way, way, way better shorter than it did longer, in case you were wondering. Which, I know you weren't but I was going to tell you anyway so whatever! lol)
I'm going to say it now, or again, I'm not sure if I had mentioned it before. But! I get extremely easily sidetracked as you can see above. So just bear(is that the correct word?oh well if it isn't XD) with me and you can completely ignore it all, it's probably not even important anyway. Or relevant to anything I'm talking about in the blog. I'm just apologizing because I know it's going to happen a lot through out this blog that I've created here. Okay, onto the story that I said I would tell you even though people told me not to. Four people were involved. Dev, Jordy, Dani and Sally(I don't actually remember her name, so I renamed her Sally ^_^).
Okay, so the four of them (two guys, two girls... obviously) were all hanging out in Jordy's room, which was all good with the parents. They had girls on one bed, boys on another. Everything was kosher, but some of the 'rents still went into the room periodically on the pretense of having a smoke on the balcony, to check out everything and make sure it was still all good and everything. Which, it had seemed it was, so the 'rents gave them a bit of leniency and went into the other room for smokes a few times and stretching the time between checking the "kids". No one and I mean no one even realized they were drinking. Everything seemed proper; everything seemed alright.
Then, Jordy's 'rent went into the room for something and J went postal. He threw a few punches at his father. Then, terrified that his father would hit him back, booked it for the balcony and jumped off. Now, before you go screaming or crying or whatever, he was alright. Insane, but otherwise only minor injuries. There should have been brain splatter on the cement where he landed. He should have been rushed to a hospital. Instead, he just stood up after a bit anyway. He cut the shit out of his elbow, stitches were probably needed but he never went to the hospital, and he has some major road rash on his forearm. Oh, and he has a bruised ego and some major embarrassment under his belt but that's it.
When I saw him the morning after, he wouldn't even make eye contact with me. I stopped to talk to his father really quickly and we spoke about it a bit and I apologized because, really it could have been anyone's alcohol. I had god only knows how much in my friends' room and that room's door was wide open for anyone to just walk into for any reason. My alcohol could have been in his room and it could have been mine or anyone else's. So I told him that he wasn't to blame, which he wasn't really. He had kept an eye, even a lenient one on the "kids". And I should say that Sally wasn't drinking. She had received a concussion early that day at her morning game and had to be rushed to the hospital. She was a very smart girl and everyone had given her props for that; it was a very good move on her part.
I'm not sure if I had mentioned above or in my last little (read Huge) post before this, but they are all only 16 or 17. I'm not entirely sure exactly on all four of them. I only know for sure the two. And that, my cyberfriends, is the end of that tale. I know, I know, some of us have done some pretty stupid things. However, and I don't know about you, but I've never polished off a huge ass bottle of Crown Royal between me and two friends. I know better, obviously, they didn't. That could kill you. And yes, I know any alcohol could potentially kill you but Crown Royal? Straight up? That's just insanity. It's practically suicide.
Anyway, yeah, that was what I wanted to tell you. And, now I have. So I'm just going to say, "Sweet, Jesus! I wrote a lot in that last post and I probably wrote just as much in this one!!!" i write a lot anyway, so I guess writing long post for this blog is really nothing new. At least, not for me. Now, before I save this so you can read it, I must think if there was anything else for me to rant, rave or... blog about ^_^. I don't think there is. And, even if there is, I can always write it tomorrow! Yay!
Oh! I know! And this is not to rub it in or anything, but! I get to see Alice In Wonderland tomorrow!!!! yay!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! The MGM Store in Niagara Falls has this shirt I really really want. It's Johnny Depp as The Mad Hatter!!! And it's all cool and totally freaking awesome!!! BUT!!!! It only came in yellow. Which, don't get me wrong, looked totally hawt and everything, I just wanted it in black! So, if anyone out there, knows a place online that I can order it, comment!!!! I really, really, really want that shirt!!! >.<
Oh! and if someone knows the name of that Down with Webster song with the line "She gets my thunderstruck" I think, 10 points for you...and can you comment the title... I can't find it >_> but then I really am useless when it comes to the internet... ask my bestie, H. I have to ask her to help me all the time! It really is sad...lmao!!! Alright, I'm off, Castle starts in 15 minutes and I can't miss my sarcastically sexy Nathan Fillion. I have one word to describe him; Yummy!
He told a young guy he was working with (the guy was/is whatever about 25), when they saw me and my cousin on one of our early morning jogs (back when we were actually talking, long story I may or may not get into it later). Apparently, this young "kid" saw us, and pointed me out specifically and said something that men say when they see a "hot girl" or whatever. My dad flipped out (I heard this from his boss as well as my father) and told him that the girl he saw running in the blue tank and black shorts was his daughter and that if he even looked at me again, my father would break his fingers. A bit much, you say? Yes, yes it is. And that ladies and gentlemen of cyberspace, is why I've never introduced him to my few but very memorable boyfriends. I'd like them to stay in my life for more than a minute. Anyway, sorry I sidetracked the sidetrack. The point of that, was that one day this moron told me to never cut my hair and I went out the next day and chopped it all off. (it looks way, way, way better shorter than it did longer, in case you were wondering. Which, I know you weren't but I was going to tell you anyway so whatever! lol)
I'm going to say it now, or again, I'm not sure if I had mentioned it before. But! I get extremely easily sidetracked as you can see above. So just bear(is that the correct word?oh well if it isn't XD) with me and you can completely ignore it all, it's probably not even important anyway. Or relevant to anything I'm talking about in the blog. I'm just apologizing because I know it's going to happen a lot through out this blog that I've created here. Okay, onto the story that I said I would tell you even though people told me not to. Four people were involved. Dev, Jordy, Dani and Sally(I don't actually remember her name, so I renamed her Sally ^_^).
Okay, so the four of them (two guys, two girls... obviously) were all hanging out in Jordy's room, which was all good with the parents. They had girls on one bed, boys on another. Everything was kosher, but some of the 'rents still went into the room periodically on the pretense of having a smoke on the balcony, to check out everything and make sure it was still all good and everything. Which, it had seemed it was, so the 'rents gave them a bit of leniency and went into the other room for smokes a few times and stretching the time between checking the "kids". No one and I mean no one even realized they were drinking. Everything seemed proper; everything seemed alright.
Then, Jordy's 'rent went into the room for something and J went postal. He threw a few punches at his father. Then, terrified that his father would hit him back, booked it for the balcony and jumped off. Now, before you go screaming or crying or whatever, he was alright. Insane, but otherwise only minor injuries. There should have been brain splatter on the cement where he landed. He should have been rushed to a hospital. Instead, he just stood up after a bit anyway. He cut the shit out of his elbow, stitches were probably needed but he never went to the hospital, and he has some major road rash on his forearm. Oh, and he has a bruised ego and some major embarrassment under his belt but that's it.
When I saw him the morning after, he wouldn't even make eye contact with me. I stopped to talk to his father really quickly and we spoke about it a bit and I apologized because, really it could have been anyone's alcohol. I had god only knows how much in my friends' room and that room's door was wide open for anyone to just walk into for any reason. My alcohol could have been in his room and it could have been mine or anyone else's. So I told him that he wasn't to blame, which he wasn't really. He had kept an eye, even a lenient one on the "kids". And I should say that Sally wasn't drinking. She had received a concussion early that day at her morning game and had to be rushed to the hospital. She was a very smart girl and everyone had given her props for that; it was a very good move on her part.
I'm not sure if I had mentioned above or in my last little (read Huge) post before this, but they are all only 16 or 17. I'm not entirely sure exactly on all four of them. I only know for sure the two. And that, my cyberfriends, is the end of that tale. I know, I know, some of us have done some pretty stupid things. However, and I don't know about you, but I've never polished off a huge ass bottle of Crown Royal between me and two friends. I know better, obviously, they didn't. That could kill you. And yes, I know any alcohol could potentially kill you but Crown Royal? Straight up? That's just insanity. It's practically suicide.
Anyway, yeah, that was what I wanted to tell you. And, now I have. So I'm just going to say, "Sweet, Jesus! I wrote a lot in that last post and I probably wrote just as much in this one!!!" i write a lot anyway, so I guess writing long post for this blog is really nothing new. At least, not for me. Now, before I save this so you can read it, I must think if there was anything else for me to rant, rave or... blog about ^_^. I don't think there is. And, even if there is, I can always write it tomorrow! Yay!
Oh! I know! And this is not to rub it in or anything, but! I get to see Alice In Wonderland tomorrow!!!! yay!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! The MGM Store in Niagara Falls has this shirt I really really want. It's Johnny Depp as The Mad Hatter!!! And it's all cool and totally freaking awesome!!! BUT!!!! It only came in yellow. Which, don't get me wrong, looked totally hawt and everything, I just wanted it in black! So, if anyone out there, knows a place online that I can order it, comment!!!! I really, really, really want that shirt!!! >.<
Oh! and if someone knows the name of that Down with Webster song with the line "She gets my thunderstruck" I think, 10 points for you...and can you comment the title... I can't find it >_> but then I really am useless when it comes to the internet... ask my bestie, H. I have to ask her to help me all the time! It really is sad...lmao!!! Alright, I'm off, Castle starts in 15 minutes and I can't miss my sarcastically sexy Nathan Fillion. I have one word to describe him; Yummy!
The Continuation of Before...
Hello again Cyberspace!
So yeah, too many eventful things happened during the weekend and the internet connection at the hotel was really shitty, so I never got around to getting back online to post. Oh well, I'm back now to finish the ranting and raving of my last post. I only had one thing to rant about and really still do, but I also have a tale of stupidity of underage drinking. Which, don't get me wrong, I'm sure we've all done at one point or another, but I doubt we've all done what this kid did... And I will tell you what happened after I'm finished with my rant! So it begins::
Friday night, the first night we were at the hotel, the parents of Mizz Scene Queen's team all got together to party in the hallways. Most of my teammates we doing their own thing that first night, so I partied with the 'rents. And, normally, I would agree with you that partying "old people" or parents isn't that fun but you really don't know these people. It's so fun partying with them! They all act like their my age not in their forties. Anyway! Our room was away from where everyone was partying and I had to run back there to get more Corona.
Anyway, D and L were trashed, and chatting with some parents of another team in one of the hallways and I was walking down in track pants, tank, sweater, hat and my glasses. My usual comfy attire, and I mean, really! I'm in the hotel for crying out loud! I should be allowed to wear what I want to, right? Right! But this has nothing to do with my clothing choices. Anyway, I was drinking my Corona, walking down the hall, and I'm not entirely sure what happened but my drink was like foaming over and I didn't notice as I was walking by. L noticed and told me about it, so I fixed the problem. And then this snobby 'holier-than-thou' Uber Bitch with her nose in the air practically yelled at me about drinking. Now, normally, I wouldn't even care that she was going on for a good 5 minutes about drinking ages and shit but I'm not underage, and I know my limit. At this point, the drink in my hand was my second.
But anyway, she yelled out a question "How old are you anyway!?" which I completely ignored because I know I'm legal and if the cops or security showed up I could prove it, I had my ID in my room, so I really had no worries. I kept walking and she yelled it again. At this point, I'm thinking, "What the fuck does it matter how old I am to you? You wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of my actions, I would! My mother would, if I wasn't legal." Anyway, I faltered in my little journey back for my alcohol. I stopped next to L and stared at the woman who was asking these 'none of your fucking business' questions. I glared at her and both L and D said that I was legal and going on about how I was twenty or I was going to be twenty soon. I shrugged and continued on my way, casually yelling out that I would be Twenty soon enough.
Okay, so not really much to rant about. I guess I should be happy that she thought I wasn't old enough to drink, but it really just pissed me off. Mostly, because it wasn't any of her business if I was old enough or not and partially because she assumed I wasn't because of my choice in attire. "Surely that girl in the (clothing listed above XD) wasn't old enough because only people 16 and under wear clothes like that". If D and L weren't still there, I would have stopped, asked who the hell wanted to know and then bitched them out because I mind my own business and I feel that if you wouldn't want someone asking you a certain question that pertains to your age, then you don't ask said question to others.
Obviously she never got the "don't ask women their ages" memo. All I really have to say to her is "Mind it, Bitch!". Aaaand, end rant. -sigh- okay, I feel better now. Sorry Cyberspace for having to deal with my "issues" but seriously, I really hate it when people don't mind their own!
I have Practice soon, so I have to go but I'll post again (or edit this one) when I get back to tell you that wonderful story about underage drinking.
So yeah, too many eventful things happened during the weekend and the internet connection at the hotel was really shitty, so I never got around to getting back online to post. Oh well, I'm back now to finish the ranting and raving of my last post. I only had one thing to rant about and really still do, but I also have a tale of stupidity of underage drinking. Which, don't get me wrong, I'm sure we've all done at one point or another, but I doubt we've all done what this kid did... And I will tell you what happened after I'm finished with my rant! So it begins::
Friday night, the first night we were at the hotel, the parents of Mizz Scene Queen's team all got together to party in the hallways. Most of my teammates we doing their own thing that first night, so I partied with the 'rents. And, normally, I would agree with you that partying "old people" or parents isn't that fun but you really don't know these people. It's so fun partying with them! They all act like their my age not in their forties. Anyway! Our room was away from where everyone was partying and I had to run back there to get more Corona.
Anyway, D and L were trashed, and chatting with some parents of another team in one of the hallways and I was walking down in track pants, tank, sweater, hat and my glasses. My usual comfy attire, and I mean, really! I'm in the hotel for crying out loud! I should be allowed to wear what I want to, right? Right! But this has nothing to do with my clothing choices. Anyway, I was drinking my Corona, walking down the hall, and I'm not entirely sure what happened but my drink was like foaming over and I didn't notice as I was walking by. L noticed and told me about it, so I fixed the problem. And then this snobby 'holier-than-thou' Uber Bitch with her nose in the air practically yelled at me about drinking. Now, normally, I wouldn't even care that she was going on for a good 5 minutes about drinking ages and shit but I'm not underage, and I know my limit. At this point, the drink in my hand was my second.
But anyway, she yelled out a question "How old are you anyway!?" which I completely ignored because I know I'm legal and if the cops or security showed up I could prove it, I had my ID in my room, so I really had no worries. I kept walking and she yelled it again. At this point, I'm thinking, "What the fuck does it matter how old I am to you? You wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of my actions, I would! My mother would, if I wasn't legal." Anyway, I faltered in my little journey back for my alcohol. I stopped next to L and stared at the woman who was asking these 'none of your fucking business' questions. I glared at her and both L and D said that I was legal and going on about how I was twenty or I was going to be twenty soon. I shrugged and continued on my way, casually yelling out that I would be Twenty soon enough.
Okay, so not really much to rant about. I guess I should be happy that she thought I wasn't old enough to drink, but it really just pissed me off. Mostly, because it wasn't any of her business if I was old enough or not and partially because she assumed I wasn't because of my choice in attire. "Surely that girl in the (clothing listed above XD) wasn't old enough because only people 16 and under wear clothes like that". If D and L weren't still there, I would have stopped, asked who the hell wanted to know and then bitched them out because I mind my own business and I feel that if you wouldn't want someone asking you a certain question that pertains to your age, then you don't ask said question to others.
Obviously she never got the "don't ask women their ages" memo. All I really have to say to her is "Mind it, Bitch!". Aaaand, end rant. -sigh- okay, I feel better now. Sorry Cyberspace for having to deal with my "issues" but seriously, I really hate it when people don't mind their own!
I have Practice soon, so I have to go but I'll post again (or edit this one) when I get back to tell you that wonderful story about underage drinking.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Day 1 in Niagara Falls!!!
Post two on this wonderousness that is blogging! How's Cyberspace doing this morning?! I'm hyper, but really that's nothing new. So, Day 2 of the Niagara Falls Ringette Tournament has begun. Yesterday was surprisingly uneventful, even with Mizz Scene Queen. I know! It really is shocking! i was stunned most of the night! On the plus, i was also with friends and partying in the halls of the hotel. Cyberspace, you must think that I, SweetesteEscape, am an alcoholic. I have a couple things to say about that.
One: I am Canadian and therefore I'm old enough to drink.
Two: Niagara Falls demands at least one night good party night
and this postage is being cut short due to a team thing. I promise to add more later because I haven't never gotten to the ranting portion of today's blog entry (i promise you, it isn't so much of a rant as a minor annoyance XD)
One: I am Canadian and therefore I'm old enough to drink.
Two: Niagara Falls demands at least one night good party night
and this postage is being cut short due to a team thing. I promise to add more later because I haven't never gotten to the ranting portion of today's blog entry (i promise you, it isn't so much of a rant as a minor annoyance XD)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Mizz Scene Queen
Alright, well, to start off... this is my first blog... ever... and I'm 19. Weird? I'd like to think not. I think I just don't have anything interesting to say to cyberspace. However, I've decided after recent events to start up a blog... about my sister. I know, you all out there in cyberland are thinking, what? her sister? really?!? And the answers to your questions are yes, my sister and no, I'm not crazy. Believe me, if you knew my sister, you'd honestly be wondering why it's taken me so long to create this blog.
I know people out there have worse siblings in general, and i would have to agree mine isn't that bad. Admittedly, I can't stand her and I know a few who can't either but I'm hoping, if you happened to have stumbled upon this page grumbling and mumbling your hate towards your siblings while taking it out on your mouse and computer, you'll see that your siblings aren't as terrible. Also, some may say I have issues if I'm seriously doing this and honestly? Hellz yeah I have issues. And they all revolve around this stupid child!
I suppose I should introduce her into this small corner of Cyberspace. Her name is Heidi and she's 12 years old. Yes, you've read that correctly. Everything I say about little Mizz Heidi (to whom I refer as MizzSceneQueen) is true. I'm chronicling her random acts of hatred and evilness to get these things off my own chest. I really, truly hate this child. I know that younger siblings are supposed to make you life hell on Earth until you move out of the country and all, but this child goes above and beyond the call of duty.
She can sit there and talk to you one being being all sweet and angelic (false pretenses) and the next she's psycho super bitch from the land of "if it belongs to you, it's mine and if it belongs to me, it's mine so don't touch it". I'm not going to go into major details of before, just know that things have escalated up to a point where every single time we're in the same room as each other well... let's just say we're not allowed to be in the same room as each other.
But, this blog isn't just going to be about her, as most people with blogs, I'm just going to write what i feel, however there's a damn good percentage that it'll end up being about Heidi anyway. When it's not, it'll probably consist of Random song lyrics (such as the name of this Blog 10 points to whoever can name the song and artist!!!) and Polyvore...
Damn... Sadly, this is my first post on a blog and I must admit, I'm going to keep thinking I have nothing good to say but here continues DAY 1 of my blog about BitchFace... I mean Heidi and other "exciting" subjects.
I know people out there have worse siblings in general, and i would have to agree mine isn't that bad. Admittedly, I can't stand her and I know a few who can't either but I'm hoping, if you happened to have stumbled upon this page grumbling and mumbling your hate towards your siblings while taking it out on your mouse and computer, you'll see that your siblings aren't as terrible. Also, some may say I have issues if I'm seriously doing this and honestly? Hellz yeah I have issues. And they all revolve around this stupid child!
I suppose I should introduce her into this small corner of Cyberspace. Her name is Heidi and she's 12 years old. Yes, you've read that correctly. Everything I say about little Mizz Heidi (to whom I refer as MizzSceneQueen) is true. I'm chronicling her random acts of hatred and evilness to get these things off my own chest. I really, truly hate this child. I know that younger siblings are supposed to make you life hell on Earth until you move out of the country and all, but this child goes above and beyond the call of duty.
She can sit there and talk to you one being being all sweet and angelic (false pretenses) and the next she's psycho super bitch from the land of "if it belongs to you, it's mine and if it belongs to me, it's mine so don't touch it". I'm not going to go into major details of before, just know that things have escalated up to a point where every single time we're in the same room as each other well... let's just say we're not allowed to be in the same room as each other.
But, this blog isn't just going to be about her, as most people with blogs, I'm just going to write what i feel, however there's a damn good percentage that it'll end up being about Heidi anyway. When it's not, it'll probably consist of Random song lyrics (such as the name of this Blog 10 points to whoever can name the song and artist!!!) and Polyvore...
Damn... Sadly, this is my first post on a blog and I must admit, I'm going to keep thinking I have nothing good to say but here continues DAY 1 of my blog about BitchFace... I mean Heidi and other "exciting" subjects.
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