HOLA!

Today was a pretty ok today. Woke up, ate some breakfast, listened to the countdown, went to practice.

Rand-o taught part of the rifle try-out routine. There are parts I suck at. But other than that, it was cool.

Then, we stuck food in the hole in this tree where (presumably) a squirrel lives. Randy kept joking we were gonna mess with his nuts. Yay.

Some guy was errating the lawn at the park and we stuck the little dirt chunks back in the hole because we suck like that. Also, some dick cop pulled over like, five people.

Then, madgepodge and I went to B'Sghetti's and I had a delicious meatball sub and about fifty pieces of bread and about forty glasses of ice water and diet coke. Later, we went in the bathroom and for some reason there was a closet in the handicapped stall so I decided that's how you get to Narnia. I was all, "Narnia?" And my mom was all, "What the hell are you talking about?" Good times. Good times.

We went to the grocery store and I bought Vogue because Keira Knightley was on it. I love her! She has tiny boobs, bushy(ish) eyebrows, short hair, and SHE'S GORGEOUS! Way to go against Hollywood (and therefore soceity)'s standards! For this, I love you.

I finally got my sunglasses fixed. No more ghetto paperclip holding them together!

Oh, Randy and Kori said that Kori and I are going to the Oregon camp again this year. It coincides EXACTLY with my dad's prearranged for a FUCKING YEAR vacation schedule which I'M NOT FUCKING MISSING because we're going where I wanna go, San Francisco. So you know what? Way to give me notice, FUCK YOU. I'm not going. I went last year and they don't teach guard girls SHIT. And then Randy said they'll send me to another camp. Alone. FUCK THAT. I'm not going to god-damned Idaho or wherever for something I ALREADY FUCKING KNOW HOW DO TO.

Anyway.

Other than that, nothing special going on. Well, Kori's trying to set me up with the drum major. Psh, he's popular. I'm some guard nerd with retarded hair and in my opinion, a heniously ugly face shape. I HATE MYSELF SOMETIMES.

Rather, I hate only some things about myself...namely, my huge ass, the marks on my upper thighs, my dark body hair that I painstakinly remove, my curly hair, my face shape, my voice. But, I like my eye color (even if I am so seriously blind it's not even funny) and my mouth is pretty nice too, I think. And, gotta love my upper body. I'm pretty sensitive about my tummy sometimes, but hey, as B-Unit pointed out, I have a pretty flat tummy and compared to some people who shall remain nameless (But let's just say their name is Haruka, ha ha) I'm pretty nice. And unlike, oh I don't know, EVERYONE I'm trying my hardest to change the things I don't like about myself in a healthy way.

Anyway. All this blogging has put me in a low self-esteem-y, angry mood.

BOO.

*slits wrists, only not, 'cause that's lame, but maybe I'll go listen to 30 Seconds to Mars and scream a lot. Or hell, watch Mind Freak, because that always cheers me up? Or something.*

My hair is so crappy and I'm dressed like a hobo. But, good news, I figured out what phone I wanna get when we switch to Verizon! I'm gonna get the EnV. Yay full texting keyboards and a sweet ass camera! I'm pretty psyched.

Anyway. Maybe I'll post some pictures? I don't really have any. A couple for B-Unit but I haven't camwhored in a few days and I don't intend to until I take a shower and do my hair. Which, considering I have practice every day this week, my hair's gonna suffer because why bother if I'm just going to get sweaty anyway?

God, I hate band because this always happens! I give up on looking good and go for the utilitarian (vocab use! +5!) look. I think I'll become like that girl at Oregon camp last year. She was cool.

Yeah.

Anyway, I'm running out of ideas. Whoo.