Sunday, November 28, 2004
Fine Dad, FINE, it's always wrong, no matter what ANYBODY SAYS. Just forget about the chainsaw, Dad, just FORGET IT!
So much has happened, but my internet connection is as useful as... I was about to make a dirty analogy, but decided I just couldn't deal with referencing Tom Green. Well, I did it anyway, so make your own analogy, lazy ass. (Hint: he has no penis.)
Turkey Day: I ate a lot of potatoes, chicken, and veggies with Kelly. Then we turned out all the lights, locked ourselves in the bathroom, and told scary stories. Including Rumplestilstzkin, which terrifies me every damn time. They left early to go shoot the cat though. (As in give him a shot. He's diabetic.)
Friday: Emma and Betsy came over, and we made a whole lot of noise. It wasn't lively enough, so I squirted a whole bunch of cream into Emma's mouth and forced it down her gullet. She spat it onto the floor. I wrote my name in mustard on the side of the fridge. Then Emma and I went into the backyard and climbed a tree at midnight. We went hunting for birds with a baseball bat, umbrella, blanket, and 2-liter of Coke. We caught one bird, but the vicious Bluth-Boizz gang caught us and took away my pants. They threw things into the house, and at Betsy's head, trying to get her attention to come rescue us. Emma and I sat outside for about an hour under an umbrella hidden, without my pants, and Betsy never came. What a punk! I even wrote a ransom note, it was like, "I gunna fukkin keel yall if u dun sayv yo bichehz!" And she still didn't come. So we decided to teach her a lesson. J. Walter Weatherman style!
I went inside and grabbed some red food dye and dumped it all over Emma, and I was like, "Oh Betsy, those Bluth Boiz killed Frog! These salon wars have got to stop!" and do you know what Betsy said? She was like, "Shutup, I'm reading National Geographic."
So I dragged Emma's corpse inside, and I cried a lot, and Betsy didn't care, because she was being a Stephanie. The Bluths killed our dear Froggy, and it's all Betsy's fault.
Then Betsy fell asleep and we ate candy on the rocky bed, and realized we left a blanket in the rain. Damn, it was cold and I had to go get it. Life is rough! We called Andrew at around 1 AM and he told us dirty jokes. I finally got to tell the brother/sister joke to someone who appreciated it. You guys stink, it's really quite hilarious. I did accidentally call his Grandfather a liar though. And in the morning when we called I told his Grandma that I was in Reno. Oops, bad luck.
Saturday: Nothing. But I did see "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason." You have to see the fight scene between Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. It's sad, pathetic, and hilarious. Just like Bridget. But you guys, it has A MILLION OF OUR INSIDE JOKES IN IT. It's like they followed us around and stole them. Not to give it away, but there is some heavy Peru jokeage.
Today: Have to rearrange all my stuff, finish a Biology project, all that crap.
Tomorrow: I take my beautiful little visit.
Nicole blew up the banana stand at 2:11 PM
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name: Nicole Bluth
age:15!
school:CSH...
birthday:10/18/89
Quit asking me what I'm going to be when I grow up, everybody. Shouldn't it be clear to you that I'll never grow up? "I'm impolite and I make fun of everyone..." Yeah, I think you get the point...
LOVES
Randoms, being random, being Jewish, The Pope, Jesus, carbohydrates, love, Moulin Rouge!, Arrested Development, Shmexers, lipgloss, secret quiche, sneaking around, big earrings, irony, the hot detective, the disabled brother, Pedro, avoiding homework, making others feel uncomfortable, bothering adults, sass, Schick Quattro guy, defending Hilary Duff.
HATES
Growing up, being told to grow up, adults who are rude to me before I even get a chance to be rude to them, punks, changes in routines, homophobes and haters, milk chocolate, blood and gore, The O.C., 15-year-olds. And I have a low tolerance for people who refuse to have fun with me.
Today's Quote
ROBOTOGUAPO! SEE EMMA? I TOLD YOU I HAD OUR JOKES!
1 Comments:
I was not being a stephine! HOW RUDE!.... I was just being myself... think about it... when have I ever come to your rescue.... just waiting for the right time is all!
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