I like pie.

Whoa...I'm waking up majorly late to get ready for drum major...shiatz homie. Ah, well. Had to perfect my mad dashing to and fro which I usually do. Ha.

Ho hum, Ian is not pissed at me. Super booyaka to Tiffany for making me think such a thought. She's going to ruin my love life, as will all my friends now. They're so bloody over-protective of me now.

I got a Seventeen magazine delivered to me this morning. Is that normal? Because I thought they came in the afternoon...but considering my overwhelming keeness on observations, I wouldn't hold my breath.

I need some caffeine, dawg. This Sierra Mist is getting me no where.

Nick, thankfully, is in South Carolina til towmorrow night. So I can procrastinate and be bitchy all I want. Bwah. Best guy friends sorta bite hardcore. But hes my homie. Even if he's gotten me in on this shoe craze. Very bad.

I so so want to see 13 going on 30. Even if it has Jennifer Garner. I tend to not fancy a liking to actress who are featured a million times on shampoo and hair dye commercial. Seeing them get horny off a bottle of dandruff shampoo is more than I want to see. Its like hampoosexuality or something. Bwah.

See what this noncaffeine-ism is doing to me? I'm talking about hampoosexuality. Hampoosexuality. Thats not even a word. Bwah!

Off to DM I go.

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