I was so tired at 11 that I thought I was going to die, and here I am at 3:30 am still fucking awake.
Christmas was fun, as it is every year. I got a new hair straightener, and some awesome pajamas, and lot sof cool stuff. My mom never gets me the clothes I put on my list, I thinks it is because she can't remember what I describe to her and to avoid getting me something I hate she dosn;t get anything. Thats fine by me though, I always get money from the grandparents, so I just used that to get some nice shit from forever 21.
I got the first season of Gossip Girl on dvd, which is probably why I am still awake. I just watched the whole thing like a week ago, so to avoid getting bored I am watching it backwards. Its pretty weird....
Keith got a whole AXE gift set thing with shampoo, hair gel, shower shit, the whole nine yards...so that means every time I see him for the next few days he's gonna make me sniff his hair and or face to see if it smells ok. I know this because he was making me sniff his hair tonight because it smelled like coconut. WOOPEE!
I love how shallow I seem on livejournal, all I write about is useless crap, and shit I've gotten or bought myself.
Dammit though, shopping really does make you feel good, haha. I am at that point again where I feel like my wardrobe is shit and I need a ton of new things to wear. Sooo, that means a lot of getting a few sweatery/vesty/coaty things to make the crap I already have seem different, yay!
I did order another pair of boots though, I can't help myself, boots are God's gift.
Seriously, water, light, fucking humans? This is my list of God's most precious creations.
On the first day, God created naps.
day 2 - pickles
day 3 - Gossip Girl
day 4 - hair straighteners
day 5 - boots
day 6 - sweatpants
day 7 - music, because if theres nothing to sing or dance to, everything else is just kind of useless.
I'm pretty sure this list changes daily. One of the days last week, God befriended captain morgan....and another cigarettes. So, yeah.
On a completely different note, my cousins are so big. I remember when they were born...and now they are driving and shit, and I'm like, but no I just started driving......and I remember I am graduating soon and technically considered an adult and I feel like I need a walker. I seriously feel old, which I don't want to be. I want to be the girl who goes outside during summer downpours in a bathing suit just because its closer than the pool, and who spent an hour every single day after school singing "I need you tonight" from the Backstreet Boys dvd into her spice girls microphone set, and I don't want that to change. My parents said I already did, but all I did was turn that stuff into different situations. Like telling some little kid on the side of the road in Middletown that he is a baby-fucker.
I need to sleep. Keith will probably be over early tomorrow yelling at me for still being in bed.