Which is sad because this is where I spend a lot of my time. My bed, school, the chair in front of my computer, and either my car or Beth's car. I need a life.
My favorite cat, Binx, died. It is a sad day in my house.
And that is about the most important thing I have to report.
A - Act your age?: I try to be me. Which I am told isn't always my age. Sometimes older. But I don't know why. Maybe because I don't like people my age. They all suck. And they are all typical girls. DIE.
B - Birthday? Oct. 7
C - Chore you hate? Cleaning. Anything.
D - Dad's name? Steve.
E - Essential makeup item? Lip gloss, yo.
F - Favorite actor? Edward Norton.
G - Gold or silver? Silver.
H - Hometown? Born in Boston, live in Hell.
I - Instruments you play? Haha. Once I played bassoon. That is a secret now, though.
J - Job title? Lazy.
K - Kids? Maybe one day.
L - Living arrangements? My mom and uncle/stepdad/man.
M - Mom's name? Martha.
N - Number of people you've slept with? Slept with or slept with? Hm.
O - Overnight hospital stays? No.
P - Phobia? People touching my wrists. And never being loved.
Q - Quote you like? "Not everyone has a sob story. And even if they do, its no excuse." - The Perks
R - ? It's missing.
S - Siblings? No real ones. I have Cody, the coolest step brother ever, though.
T - Time you wake up? For school...7:30. DIE.
U - Unique habit? Popping my gum 1,000 times.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat? I love vegetables. All of them.
W - Worst habit? Biting my fingernails.
X - X-rays you've had? My head when they thought I had some injury because of my migraines. Nope. Turns out I just have a stupid head.
Y - Yummy food you make? My scrambled eggs kill it. And my cookies.
Z - Zodiac Sign? Libra. An effing scale. For someone obsessed with her weight. Go figure.