I feel so American when I say Marianas Trench D=

Okay, so the title has nothing to do with the posty.
OMGLOLSORANDOM. .-. Hatred for that.
In a pure Disney musics mood. Some daycent choonz thar.

In other news, Mammy cut my hair the other day. It's now like my chin and bottom lip shorter. AKA, not much shorter.
Everyone left me on MX, so I came here.

Irish tomorrow. Easy peasy lemon juice.
Lacking poetry skills, look no further than this very spot. *advert voice*

This doesn't make much sense. Then again, none of these do.
I FEEL LIKE I'M NOT BEING TRUE TO MYSELF ON HERE. *raeg*

"Wassup fresh is how we turn bitch" <-- beginning of "Still Fly" by The Devil Wears Prada. I don't even like this song.

DEFINITIONS:
She slipped on a dick (noun) - Unfortunate.
Katie, you so great.

"Makes Me Happy" - Drake Bell. Cause I'm lame like that.

I made my own dinner. Chicken burgers. They were undercooked and mushy. No me gusta. I'm still hungry. But that's what I get for not having a substantial well cooked dinner.

My fringe is being lovely at this moment in time ^^ All softy soft.
I'm having a slight obsession with lacking spacebar and saying whut. And the '.-.' face. It's so cute. And the word 'bubz'.

I have to make two videos, one by Tuesday, the other by the 23rd. Guess why.

I done three or so hours of Science today. I'm still not done. Must be done by Tuesday, so must Geography. The T.G after that. Then I am free.

Thursday is St. Patricks Day. Yay. Hopefully I go to town. Hopefully.

Marianas Trench songs have been swimming through my unconciousness all this week. It's kinda lovely. It's my weekly soundtrack. ^^ His voice is so amazing <3





I've run out of words to write. I'm going to go play on Kou-Jong 'til someone non-noobish comes on to MX, cause my 'friends' WHO ACTUALLY HATE ME, are all lurking. Sadness.

Anywhore, Slan go foill, beacain beag.

- Spud