Aw thank’s very much. well, I use different types. If you’re thinking red.. I really love using infallible ones because it doesn’t stain. Chanel Gabrielle Rouge is one of my favorites. Those maybelline revival ones are pretty tasty too :) um..let’s see, another color I really like is the Revlon Colorburst, shade..coral I believe. so yes, if you need any help..just ask :)
You are one of the kindest and most talented people that I know. You have so many ideas and so much to say, yet you are extremely modest. You would never try to hurt a person or to be someone who you were not. I love you with all my heart and if others can’t see that, they are missing out. Stay cool Glen <3
I wish there was a way to respond to comments people make. Obviously someone really went out of there way to critize you... and is mearly trying to start something over the internet that is something besides facebook. They basically went against everything they were saying by posting a comment on here, they dont HAVE to read it. Nobody can tell you whether you can or cannot post on a blog because it is a personal decision and many people use it to express themselves (me included). Also, I thought the rest of the world was over using the word hipster to describe people's personalities who they know little about. They also don't realize the people they have hurt from judging others
Luisa you’re so right, some people just don’t understand others. I’m glad you & I can understand each other, I wub you so much & you’re my sister.
Please stop this blog, you are waisting your time no one cares if you are "the center of rumors" it's fucking high school can't you get by high school like the rest of use that attend. and also no talks shit about you because the only thing they know about you is your red lip stick, that is one of the most egotistical hipster thing I have ever heard. and to add on to the list of wrong things you know nothing about any of the music you post. And finally I know you are thinking to your self right now "this person is just a Hater, he just doesn't like me cause im too original" If you are thinking that then your even more egotistical than I even thought. So can you just get by like the rest of your peers and stop bitching about all these haters in your online diary.
Responding to this message goes against what I proposed for myself, I told myself I wouldn’t waist my time on people like you BUUUT I smiled at this, not in a bitchy way either. I don’t know it what sense actually..I just smiled & got excited for some reason. So I’m gonna do it anywayss haha I understand that it may seem like no one gives a fuck about anyone, but to be honest there’s a lot of people that have blogs & they write about their problems, & I read, understand, & care for them. I even learn things from their problems. That’s what blogs are for silly, if you don’t like or care about me.. why’d ya read it? hm. Exactly.
ok, as far as “the girl with red lipstick” do you really think I’m egotistical if the point I’m trying to get at is the fact that no one knows my name? If not that then the brown fuck? haha.
I do think you’re a hater, cause you hatin aren’t cha? Not because I’m “too original”, you’re exactly the type of person I’m talking about. You’re judging me without knowing me, which I mean it’s ok. But if you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be wasting your time on me.
I’m getting by high school, slowly but surely, It’s tough ya know. Especially when I encounter people like you. Immature, senseless people who think they’ve got me all figured out & I have to waste my life trying to prove I’m a good soul..but ya know what? I stopped caring. I really did. As far as my online diary goes, Imma keep bitchin about how tough life is, & I’ll keep writing about thing I encounter, & solutions if I find any, to help the people that actually do care about me :)
Oh, & the whole hipster thing, I’m so over that. & as far as my music goes.. I don’t even know what to say, that was just a lame comment haha. We’re all free to love any music in the world. I love death metal, I love hawaiin & salsa from the congo. mm..yesh I think I’m done.
I really just want to get away right now, I need to leave Elmhurst. I’ve never been so tired of one place. I guess like the rest of my life.. I’m just waiting to leave. Hopefully my mother can put our differances aside & permit me to breathe away this weekend. Starting tonight I want this whole weekend, 3 day week, 3 day weekend again to be great. I don’t want drama, I don’t want to deal with stupid things. I just want to be with the people I love & have some fun..even if I do stay in this lame-o town. I’m longing for some laughter.
So lately people have been talking about me, negatively. I’m the center of rumors which is pretty lame because I’m sure half the people talking smack just know me by the girl that wears red lipstick. I have a best friend, Chris. I have many best friends actually, him included in them. I have a boyfriend, Michael. That’s all you really neeed to know. I don’t really understand why people are so concerned with my life.. you can’t justify your big mouth with, “oh, I’m concerned with Michael.” Honestly if you’re so concerned, you might want to talk to him about it. I’m not trying to hide anything from anyone. I’m trying to be an honest human being, as much as I can possibly be.. & what I decide to do with my life is up to me. Not you. It’s pretty pathetic, I mean, it seems like people know more things about me than myself. haha lies of course. So I mean, why are people concerned about me? Ya don’t need to be. I’m really tired of it & waiting for it to fade out. As far as Chris and I go, Yes we talk, yes I care about him, yes we hang out because we have common friends, & CHYEAH that kid is mah best friend. You have a problem with it? I don’t give a damn. Since when are girls not allowed to have guy friends? Does it look like I care? nopes. How bout we all worry about our own lives & not who’s standing with who at their lockers? I love Michael very much. I love my friends too. I love my octopi & my buttered popcorn after school.
My personal life? It’s personal. It’s between me me me & the people I chosse to be a part of me.
So fuck off children, go worry about your blue cheetah print PINK sweat pants not being low enough down your ass.
Today is my talent show audition at 4:50..I’m a little nervous. I’ve never sung with anyone beforee..& I haven’t sung in public in a couple years. gah. This is the song I’ll be sin sin singin. Wish me luck.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
"If or when I do start going to an analyst, I hope to God he has the foresight to let a dermatologist sit in on the consultation. A hand specialist. I have scars on my hands from touching certain people… Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand. Oh God, if I’m anything by a clincal name, I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy." — J.D. Salinger (Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction)