Damn Morons
I had a very shitty day today, to say the least.
Well apparently, my ex's hoodie has gone missing.
And I'm the prime suspect.
More news @ 10.
Bah, well it's not that funny, I got bitched at by an ex friend over it. Honestly, I have no clue what's going on. And I could care less. Why would I want his moldy old hoodie in the first place? I've gotten over him, it was hard, but to me now, he's dead.
I'm not the type of person who gets revenge, anyone who knows me knows that. We may joke around about getting revenge in stupid ways (i.e. stuff like hanging people by their toes and pelting them with flaming marshmallows) not anything I'd (or any of my friends) would actually do.
And no one at school believes me, cuz I'm 'the psycho ex girlfriend' ooo how scary. Not to mention the fact that now I have a bunch of drugged up senior boys on my tail rather than weakling freshman girls...and though I'm not worried they'd do anything, just to be safe I have a friend walk me to each class.
I don't need their shit. You watch, he'll find his dumb hoodie under his bed or something. And I won't get an appology.
If someone did steal it, more power to them! I'd be proud of them if I wasn't the one being framed for it.
Vicky threatened me, that if I don't 'give back the hoodie' she'll spread a rumor that me and Victoria are bisexual and 'experimenting' with eachother.
You know what I think? Go ahead! Rumors don't faze me in the aft end anymore. It's all a daily occurence, so it makes no difference.
Not to mention I came home from Play Practice (and dinner at my moms) only to check my caller ID, and behold! His phone number is on there.
GOD PEOPLE! DON'T YOU GET IT? I DIDN'T TOUCH HIS HOODIE!!! >.<
So think what you want, harrass me all you can, but we could pull a lawsuit faster than they can light a blunt. Hahaha stoner jokes.
My dad said if Travis threatens me himself, he'll be missing Another tooth. I giggle.
Play practice was sotra boring today. I didn't have much to do, there weren't many scene changes, and my only prop used today was a cardboard computer. I helped put together the 5 foot tall doghouse though, and Katie Hefferan and I hid in it, we had a pole and a hole lmao...there was a pole in the center of the doghouse and a knot hole on the side. It was okay. The fat ladies didn't yell at me, which was good too.
Oh, and apparently, at the last Y-dance, I was going around telling everyone about my eeeevil plan. Hah...ask any of the people I was with that night, I didn't say a thing like that. The only thing I said about Travis was when Aerosmith's 'Don't Wanna Miss a Thing' was on and I cried (like a dumbass baby) because it reminded me of the night he stayed over accidentally.
Oh, and if I was going to steal it, you think, because I'm smarter than the average moose, I would keep my mouth shut about something like that. And when she told me, I was like 'hey I wouldnt be that stupid'
In other news, I painted a new picture on my wall. It's a dying rose, surrounded by whispy black flames. Pretty neat.
But I'm so tired that I could fall asleep at the computer...so I'll update tomarrow with more news of the hoodie theft...haha.
Instead of Rodger Rabbit:
Who Framed Brittny Kephart?
Does that mean I'm married to some hot guy...uh...like Benji Madden...and it turns out he did it? If so, cool!
If I get my ass kicked, you'll be one of the first to know ^__^
Just cut our wrists like cheap, cute pawns,
And say that death was on sale today...
--JX13
Well apparently, my ex's hoodie has gone missing.
And I'm the prime suspect.
More news @ 10.
Bah, well it's not that funny, I got bitched at by an ex friend over it. Honestly, I have no clue what's going on. And I could care less. Why would I want his moldy old hoodie in the first place? I've gotten over him, it was hard, but to me now, he's dead.
I'm not the type of person who gets revenge, anyone who knows me knows that. We may joke around about getting revenge in stupid ways (i.e. stuff like hanging people by their toes and pelting them with flaming marshmallows) not anything I'd (or any of my friends) would actually do.
And no one at school believes me, cuz I'm 'the psycho ex girlfriend' ooo how scary. Not to mention the fact that now I have a bunch of drugged up senior boys on my tail rather than weakling freshman girls...and though I'm not worried they'd do anything, just to be safe I have a friend walk me to each class.
I don't need their shit. You watch, he'll find his dumb hoodie under his bed or something. And I won't get an appology.
If someone did steal it, more power to them! I'd be proud of them if I wasn't the one being framed for it.
Vicky threatened me, that if I don't 'give back the hoodie' she'll spread a rumor that me and Victoria are bisexual and 'experimenting' with eachother.
You know what I think? Go ahead! Rumors don't faze me in the aft end anymore. It's all a daily occurence, so it makes no difference.
Not to mention I came home from Play Practice (and dinner at my moms) only to check my caller ID, and behold! His phone number is on there.
GOD PEOPLE! DON'T YOU GET IT? I DIDN'T TOUCH HIS HOODIE!!! >.<
So think what you want, harrass me all you can, but we could pull a lawsuit faster than they can light a blunt. Hahaha stoner jokes.
My dad said if Travis threatens me himself, he'll be missing Another tooth. I giggle.
Play practice was sotra boring today. I didn't have much to do, there weren't many scene changes, and my only prop used today was a cardboard computer. I helped put together the 5 foot tall doghouse though, and Katie Hefferan and I hid in it, we had a pole and a hole lmao...there was a pole in the center of the doghouse and a knot hole on the side. It was okay. The fat ladies didn't yell at me, which was good too.
Oh, and apparently, at the last Y-dance, I was going around telling everyone about my eeeevil plan. Hah...ask any of the people I was with that night, I didn't say a thing like that. The only thing I said about Travis was when Aerosmith's 'Don't Wanna Miss a Thing' was on and I cried (like a dumbass baby) because it reminded me of the night he stayed over accidentally.
Oh, and if I was going to steal it, you think, because I'm smarter than the average moose, I would keep my mouth shut about something like that. And when she told me, I was like 'hey I wouldnt be that stupid'
In other news, I painted a new picture on my wall. It's a dying rose, surrounded by whispy black flames. Pretty neat.
But I'm so tired that I could fall asleep at the computer...so I'll update tomarrow with more news of the hoodie theft...haha.
Instead of Rodger Rabbit:
Who Framed Brittny Kephart?
Does that mean I'm married to some hot guy...uh...like Benji Madden...and it turns out he did it? If so, cool!
If I get my ass kicked, you'll be one of the first to know ^__^
Just cut our wrists like cheap, cute pawns,
And say that death was on sale today...
--JX13
