go away, fat man

oh my dear, dear blog, ...how i have neglected you. my sincerest apologies, i promise i'll jam pack ya with wonderful rampant rambles in just a little..

sorry i stepped on his banana

bigger titties equal larger quantities of sag, and that my friend, would be your homegrown karma payment plan

Okay, so I'm ridiculously stoked for Pittsburgh, whadda goof! I can't wait to put down the post emo bullshit and get OUT. I can't wait to see my sister and Max and to drive the butter beetle and swim and the Andy Warhol museum, oh Andy! You're such a funny gal when will you..those were hgb lyrics there..and I'm pretty sure it's 'Angie' but a little tangent of Forest Kline went off in my head so I felt the need to share. BACK to my purpose, even though I was kind of done stating what I had wanted to say...we'll just sum it up with the fact that I'm super excited.
Can I tell you that hair is GOING TO fall out, I brushed in a little more black last night, I look like a mega goth but it's okay, I work it otherwise, ta hah. I miss having 'cool' hair but I think I'm just gonna rock this shit for a few months and dye it all naturale for the summer, like last year, but not be a dumb bitch and NOT bleach it at very last moment. Silly me.
..While we're on the topic of self-change, I gauged my 0's to dou blea zeros friday night, wowch! Never really thought I'd ever, ever, everrrrr go past zero, but it was an impulse kinda thing. 0g just felt kinda small, I can't wait to get tunnels for this shit, s'gonna be HOT!
Hold on, wow. Can I say I love shuffle on my Zune? I just went from The Macabees to Black Flag, to The Honorary Title to My Chemical Romance, to Late of the Pier, to Rancid. Cuuuuuuuuute! I really love Rancid, I can't tell you how great seeing them with Ky last summer was. Gonna fag out for a tick but listen, it was life altering. And none the less, I wore a white mother fucking dress and DIDNT fucking get raped. That's how great it was. Nice.
And I mean, this weekend wasn't too bad either. Friday was fantastic till the night rollled about, but even that wasn't as bad as I was making of it. Oooh Ollie, it's okay, the lovely blood quenched monthly cycle of menstruation turns us all into psycho bitches every here and there. OOPS. So, Friday wasn't that bad, then yesterday wasn't too awful either. I worked, that sucked up the majority of the day, I came home, intended upon taking a nap but wound up cleaning and teaching myself 'If I Fail' by Cartel, I guess that's kinda a fail for me. Ahck! In the sense of the song bein pretty beat street, I totally fuckin knocked that shit out in the sense of actually playing it. Sweet job, brah. Uh then I cleaned my room and wound up passin out reaaaal early, but it's okay. I've been in dire effing need of some sleep. It's still beyond me that I forgot to sleep the other night, it's not like I'm too busy. It's just a lot to tackle in a short period of time. Fuck I suck, that's the definition of busy. We don't like that word lately. It's okay, we'll tear shit up anyhow.
I need to stop cussing, jesus christ. Flickering my eyes up thur it's just speckled orange and green in eff bombs galore, no es bueno!
Alright, I'm gonna go fuck, I mean, play around in photoshop with the pictures of Asbury I left to rot, til next time, blog land.

I'd just like to let you know that it is approximately 4:26 a.m. and my day has been highlighted all ready. Ryan and Lacey are two of my favorite people in the whole world and that is hands down. So we're on the phone just now, I'm literally barely awake because I haven't been much for sleeping the past few days. Don't get me wrong, I love me some sleep, I just can't do it lately. No time. Anywho, so I'm zoning in and out of shitty Twilight and the three way call to my boys, all I hear is:

Ry: Raisins look like brains, they're definitely brain food
Lace: So does that make your ass brain food?
Ry: Oooooooooooooh oh Ollie, shit'd be alot easier if you had a penis.
Lace: What so you could touch it?

Cute! Yesterday sucked so bad dude. But it's okay, we choose our bad days. And it shaped up to better likes towards the very end, I hung out with Joe for two seconds, legitimately, as I stepped out of the car I got a text from Jake, which does not fucking happen. So I caught up with him a little, that was really cute, I miss my cock slaying J. What else? Oh I finished geometry, I still don't fucking get it but one day I will. Cause I'm a machine and what not [and apparently I'm also capable of pulling tangents outta my asshole.] . Then I finished the majority of my English, I just need to add my citations, that was really fucking cool. No sarcasm there. I've been meaning to finish this shit and I kept putting it off and putting it off, for no reason, really. I'd just get busy and bing the time would have sifted away.
Woah woah woah, what? Apparently I have a doctor's appointment today. Sch-he-he-ho-hoooooreeee. Which means I probably could have slept maybe a wink or two more, but that's okay, I'm just happy to have more time to bullshit to you, my lovely little blog-thing.
And next week I leave for Pittsburgh for like a week, that's kinda scary, huh? Poor Kev. Me and my ma are not only flying out to visit my sister, but we're staying with her too. So okay, it's not bad enough when I come out to visit that we bicker as syblings do, but my sister's poor..dear..boyfy is gonna have to not only put up with our quarelling, but gettin stuck in a house of three woman. Yikes. That would not be me, no sir. But I mean, I am in fact pretty stoked. I love Pittsburgh, and I love Nicol and I love Max and I love CHAD and uh, there's just not much to miss about Willow Grove. The only shitty thing bout Pittsburgh is how effin spacious that shithole is. My sister lives in Mars [goofy, right?] and her house is literally like ten fifteen minutes from any living form of civilization. How'm I supposed to mack on cute farmy boys if I'm fifteen minutes away from any life form other than ma, Nonny, Kev, Max, and ..oh god, don't make me say it. Marla. Boooooooo.
I think that'll be it for today, I wanna go make some green tea and mail my phone to Kansas. Peace brah

my next excuse for losing sleep, again...

....Are those really Cartel lyrics up there? Man, I kinda suck. What're we doing here, Olivia? It'll be okay.
I kinda intending on hittin up the zZz's about an hour ago, but when I rolled over my lungs decided [for better or worse] against me and I tumbled into an outrageous coughing fit. Oh boo. But tell me, who wants to just drift gracefully back to sleep after a hailing storm of mucus? Not this little bunny. So here I am, blogging to pass time. I should probably be taking care of Geometry homework, or studying for my permit, .......but late night horror flicks and blogging sounds a whole lot nicer. Not even!
Hm, past few days have been a drag, been sick, what else is new? Monday was okay, didn't go to school, slept, did crap, that was okay. Yesterday I visited the big guys for real cold meds, that sucked. And today was cool, I got to leave early but not in good cause. Then I worked, got out really fucking early, that was cool. Then I came home, did homework, and went to sleep. That was pretty cool. Then I got my period. That sucked. Then I went back to bed and then I wound up here.

I really like old Avril Lavigne, further proving my 'rule' factor. Or 'cool' factor, whichever you should presume. I remember being like 8 and dying for my rents to leave out the house so I could run around screaming just like her. Not screaming, what I thought was singing. That definitly was not singing. I also for a short period of time thought I could hit Christina Augelerias notes, not only did I butcher her last name just now, but my tater tot pushin days butchered her songs too. Oopsies.

I wish I had more time on my hands cause for the most part I'd really like to devote the better portion of my night to hair dye and Drop Dead Fred. And maybe some yoga. I'm too fucking cool. I attempted to dab in the blonde before work, but it didn't really develop. I dunno WHAT the hell is up with this ging shit! Just looks like I'm going to have to make due for some bleach and toner. Le sigh, what a lovely plug for my cash. And Fred? He fixes everything. And anything. I swear.

"Fred: I am a loner, a crazy wide eyed loner on a doomed mission to Venus to battle with the 3 headed mega beast but on the way I caught cornflakes disease"

Can I tell you how much having a vagina blows? Legitimately, it blows. Sooo crampy. I mean, couldn't we just rip them out and do away with them all? No es bueno. That was implied towards my ovaries, and fallopian tubes, and really, any counterpart that constitues sexual reproduction that creates those stupid fucking dying embryos that like to play 'let's grab that one' twister with my organs on a monthly basis.

Oh drat. I fear the worlds become a bunch of grannys, there'd really ought to be a variety of souls to chat amongst at such an hour, for all the crap I put up with for headin out too early. To the sewers with you all!