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Couple things are new bitches! 1) Great Christmas presents. Tickets to a Night with Rick Mercer, a new camera, more than $400 worth of Chapters gift cards and a ton of glee shit. Joyyaylife! 2) At family Christmas, I made out with my cousin's boyfriend. I KNOW!!!!!!!!! Like holy shit right? He was drunk and I was desperate. And I'm prety sure he thought I was my cousin. Which is odd 'cuz I'm like 3 inches taller than her AND A GUY!!!! Oh well. No use complaining. 3) I have a ridiculously cute optometrist. Like ZOMG. Tall with pierceing blue eyes and spiky dark hair. :O Hotness.
So I've made my list of New Years Resolutions:

• Lose 30 pounds and get abs
• Get a 90 average
• Write and try to get one of my novels published
• Get a boyfriend
• Work on my theatricality

Uuuuuhmmm......?

I woke up today with a softball-sized bruise on my ass. Let me start about 16 hours prior. PARTY!! Music, friends, dancing, cake and night time tabogganing. Okay now my personal measur of a good party is that 1) you don't remember part fo the night, 2) your hips hurt and 3) you've done something incredibly awkward. I'm now including a special catergory of you acquire somesort of bodily abnormality.

Anyways, this past friday was the Christmas dinner and talent show and many people were quite upset that I didn't perform my comedy routine. But OMG! The male teachers did a rendition of 'Bad Romance'. Holy shit. The one teacher, who is incredibly awkward and oggled by pretty much every girl and me in the school, let's call him Owden, was SO incredibly hot belting GaGa. OMG Last year the dude teachers did a stylized version of theTwelve Days of Christmas. In leather. Now I didnt't think Owden could get any hotter than being in leather, but now I am torn between the two. :S

And whilst Christmas shopping with my father, I learned I should never be let into a pet store. Or if I must be, I must be kept from the pet adoption center. I went in, saw the adorable kitties and began bawling my eyes out. Honestly, lately, if I were a chick, I would think I would be pregnant. I'm havin odd moods and odd cravings. No morning sickness or bloating yet though. :D (y)And I'm also doing this stupid thing; getting my family things with actually meaning to them. I made my Dad a CD with all my favourites on it so he can get to knwo me better, my Mom an empty scrapbook so we can fill it full of shit and my borther an empty memory card so that we can with it doing more brotherly shit together.

O and I hate how people treat giners. May I remind EVERYONE that GINGER GUYS CAN BE HOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!! I mean seriously? Have any of you seen picture of Prince Harry in the military? That is some hot piece of man candy.
I mean come on look at him all scruffy and

sexy. ->

Yowza!! I need confetti cannons...... Why? Um no reason....

Shit load has happened since no one read this last. Semi, Me ACTUALLY cleaning my room and my first genuinely happy day in a long while. Heehee. Semi-formal was actually pretty fucking awesome. Although,....... The DJ had NO LADY GAGA..... I'll give that a few minutes to sink in. What fucking DJ has NO LADY GAGA!!!!????!?!??!?!?! A shitty one indeed. Needless to say I was pissed. I also lost the non-love of my life but still like a huge crush to one of my best friends. Oh well. I think I also dance with more chickas than any other guy at the dance. Which is sad for both me and the straight boys. Come on straight boys! I mean I'm beating you. That's just sad. I mean seriously. That holds no intrest for me.

Secondly? My room. Fucking spotless. You could eat off of any surface in it. It's remarkable. I think it's the first time it's actually been clean since I moved INTO the room.

Third, I've been genuinely happy ALL DAY LONG. It's unnerving. I'm so used to be crotchety and pissed off. But just at the beginnning of this period, my English teacher, let's call him Killer Kowalski, decided to try to fucking ruin my day by being a bitch. So I just went you decide to try to fuck with my day, I decide to say fuck you and fuck this class. So now I sit and blog. And just now, like legit seconds ago, this cunt whohelps with the retards comes up and is like you're not supposed to be blogging at school. And there's a class in this lab. I looked her in the fucking eyes and then said, 'if it's not allowed, why isn't it blocked? Did you book this lab for this period? The ACTUAL tteacher for this class is, let's say The Dwarf, isn't it? Let's ask her how much she cares about me being here."

Bitch got put in her fucking place!! And so my happy day continues.... On do-gooders.

O my god though. So I had stolen by friend's headband with a bow on it, 'cuz I thought it was cute and I enjoyed it. So Iwore it for two periods and then gave it back. I'm walking away from English in a dazed kind of state because I'd just WALKED OUT, when I here the Principal say something. Now I didn't really hear it, but I had a feeling it was directed at me. Anyways I just went huh and he repeated himself. He asked, 'where's the bow?" I honestly went daawh. Now my high school like 50 year old principal isn't exactly the kind of attention I wanted the ehad band bringing, but it definitely meant that people noticed.