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Thursday, February 26, 2009

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I can't believe this. I haven't said ANYTHING since Sunday.
I'M SORRY!
But not a lot has happened. There were like two major events this whole, and one of them is still happening. And it's not wonderful. Or spectacular. Or awesome. It's not even a quarter-way good!
Yesterday Mom and I were reading and I itched my head, and it's been itching for a while, and I felt something, and I pinched my fingers together and pulled it out and there was a big, fat louse.
"Oh, God! Moooom! Is this a lice?" I shrieked.
"Hold still!" Mom jumped on top of me and pulled it off my chest, then inspected it.
"It is!" She gasped. She pushed me into the bathroom and got out the lice kit. Mom's had lice before, and not too long ago either, so we still had a lice removal kit.
Anyways, Mom would have to do the treatment on me, with my long hair. Luckily I don't have to get it cut, since she got it all out, but Mom made me get naked right in front of her and she had to do the treatment, and I sat in the tub for like an hour, wondering what little pests were still alive up in my mess of hair. The stuff was really minty smelling and strong. It stung my nose a little.
Anyways, then Mom had me get out and she combed the bugs out with a little metal brush. That might sound like it would've hurt, but it felt good. It was like itching my head for me and pulling out the lice.
Mom didn't find any live lice, and she combed out like ten, plus eggs. No wonder the Head and Shoulders wasn't helping my itchiness!
So I stayed home from school today while the maids, and Mom, cleaned the whole house.
But Mom really did quite a job on my hair, and it's CURLY. UUUgggHHH. Mom has to sterilize my straightener, so I'm miserable. =[
Monday and Wednesday were normal, but Tuesday was ... OMG. After school when I was getting my backpack, Perez dared to approach me. He's been hiding from Peter, who's gotten really obsessive over me. Georgia says it's unhealthy how attached he is, but Perez loves me too much to let me go, so he talked to me.
Perez told me a joke, I laughed, and suddenly Peter was right behind him, his face red with fury. He shoved Perez into me, and we landed on the ground in a heap. Peter picked up a shocked Perez and grabbed onto his shoulders, pushing Perez up against a locker.
Kids started to gather, and some of the teachers peered out of their doorways to see what was happening.
Anyways, Perez kneed Peter in the crotch, and Peter fell to the ground, moaning. Perez tried to get away, but Peter tripped him and Perez's face smacked the ground. He stood up and faced Peter, who's hands were in fists.
Perez threw the first punch and nailed Peter right in the jaw. But Peter bounced back and punched Perez in the stomach. By then I was on my feet and I jumped in the middle, protecting Perez.
"Move, Zoe," Peter growled.
I shook my head.
"He's trying to take you!" Peter yelled, his voice rising to a squeak.
"No," I snarled at him.
Then a teacher finally stepped in and pulled Peter away. Two other teachers came and held Peter to the ground as he yelled and spat and swore.
"Perez?" I cradled his face in my hands. He was unconscious.
Perez was sent to the hospital and had a broken, bloody nose. I visited him on Wednesday.
"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah. But don't worry about me. What about you?" I asked.
"I'm fine. Just stay away from Peter. He's so obsessed with you. He's probably gonna rape you," Perez laughed.
"I've been trying to stay away from him," I explained, "But he's like stalking me,"
And then that night I got lice and stuff, and now it's today. Oooh I watched Kung Fu Panda, and I got this great advice:
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift, that's why it's called the present,"
Isn't that amazing? Anyways, I'm going to go now, because Will is coming over. So, yeah. BUH - BYE!

~ Itchy Girl


Sunday, February 22, 2009

AAUUUUGGGGHHH

Oh, sorry readers! I know I haven't written since last Monday I think .. I've just been really busy on my favorite site: www.Meez.com
You see, it hasn't been working for me, but when I downloaded the new Java it started working and I just haven't been able to pull myself away! I can't even remember what my last post was about. How sad .... =[
But now that I'm here, I must tell you, the www.real-wishes.com thing kinda worked, but not fully. Maybe I was specific enough. Maybe I didn't believe. But tell me, how do you actually believe in something? Do you think about it a lot? Do you pray about it? I'll think about that when I meditate.
Will was sick all week, so I didn't see much of him, but plenty of Peter. And Peter's gotten really protective of me. I decided to forgive Perez and we're friends again like nothing happened.
But Peter saw me talking with Perez on Wednesday, and Peter lost it, he liked pushed Perez down and told him to leave me alone. I'm actually kind of scared of Peter right now, so I've been keeping it on the down-low, not contacting Peter or anything. Georgia's steered clear of me whenever she saw Peter at my side, and I'm wishing I was ugly.
What should I do? If I break up with him (even though we were never officially going out) what will he do? RAPE ME? I should just trust that Will and Perez will take care of me, but I can't help but worry. And tomorrow's Monday ... so .... EEEEEEEE.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Delusionally Bored

I don't think Delusionally is even a word, but I don't care. Usually my saying is 'So Hot it Hurts' but now it's 'So Bored it Hurts'.
My beloved marathon of NCIS is just a bunch of RE-RUNS. So I'm lying on the couch trying to think of things to do. I googled 'things to do when you're bored' but they were all stupid. "Try to swallow your tongue". "Spit on people". COME ON.
Anyways, I was just staring up at the ceiling and thinking about how much I missed summer. Then I thought about what it'd be like to go back in time. Then I thought about Real-wishes.com and then I thought about going camping in Michigan with Mom last summer. Then I thought about Shane.
Last summer, and just like every other summer, Mom and I drove to Harrisville, Michigan. Harrisville is a cute little town with a cute little state park. There's a pharmacy that has everything and a little ice cream parlor and stuff. But that's about it. But I really like going camping - for such an emo-looking, egotistical rich girl. I mean, we don't go tent camping or anything, but we spend a lot of time outside of the big RV. I'm really into nature stuff, and Riley and me like going on walks together.
Anyways, on this particular day, it was as hot as hell and I was as bored as hell. Riley and I were sitting by the beach, watching the waves roll up onto the rocky shores. I think that it's off of either lake Michigan or lake Superior. I think. But I know it's one of the Great Lakes.
So Riley and I were sitting there, Riley looking hungrily at the seagulls and me munching on chips. I was wearing a Volcom tee and Bermuda shorts. But that's beside the point.
Cuz as soon as a big, fat old seagull tried to get a chip that I dropped, Riley went crazy. He chased after it, jumping into the water. And despite being a lab, Riley can't swim. And he was pretty far out there.
I was standing at the edge of the water, calling to him, hoping there was a rock he could climb onto or something.
"Need some help?" A voice asked. I spun around to see some dark-haired zitty kid taking his shirt off. He jumped into the water and rescued a stressed and very wet Riley. I got Riley's towel and cradled the getting-big puppy in my arms.
"Thanks," I told the boy, who seemed to be hanging around a little too much.
"No problem," He replied, "Anything for a pretty girl,"
I tried to chuckle and seem nice, but I really wanted him to leave NOW. The boy was about my age, but much taller and fatter and UGLIER. He introduced himself as Shane, and I introduced myself against my better judgement. Shane left, but I noticed that he was watching where I walked to. For the next three days, I was on high alert. Every morning around breakfast he walked by, looking hopefully at the RV. I scowled at him, although I doubt he saw me.
On the fourth day, I just left the RV and didn't care if he saw me. And I was glad I came out, because walking past our campsite was a boy who looked a lot like Peter, but a little skinnier. And I saw Shane coming the opposite way, so I hatched a plan, and walked over to the Peter-looking boy and said hi, glancing over his shoulder at Shane, who was looking at us with a shocked expression.
"Do I know you?" The boy asked.
"No, I'm Zoe," I said.
"I'm Drake," The boy said.
"Nice to meet you," I smiled sweetly, glancing at Shane again. And this was the worst and the best part. (You know I've almost forgot about where I met Drake, cuz I think about him a lot too, and email him every night)
Shane was right behind Drake. He looked angry and confused and like he really needed some Proactiv. He poked Drake on the shoulder and said,
"What'cha talking about with my girl?" Shane snarled.
Drake laughed, the least bit surprised, and turned around, "Your girl?"
Drake put his arm around me and down, sliding his hand in the back pocket of my shorts. I played along.
"Yeah, Shane, what're you talking about?"
Shane glared at Drake, and there was a defining silence.
"Let go of her," Shane growled, low and mean.
"Or what?" Drake snickered, "Are you going to hit me?"
Shane through a punch, and Drake did this amazing thing where he pushed me down and ducked but caught me and stood us up before I could fall.
"So close," Drake teased.
Shane's face became red with fury. He through another punch, but this time Drake swung us to the side.
"Just let go of her!" Shane yelled.
"No." Drake said calmly. He turned us away and walked me back to my campsite.
"Who is this kid?" He whispered.
"He 'rescued' my dog the other day," I replied.
"And he thinks you guys are ..?" Drake asked.
"I guess," I replied.
"Let me go take care of him," Drake smiled mischievously and walked back over to Shane, who was huffing and puffing from all this exercise. A small audience had gathered.
"What's your name?" Drake asked.
"What's it to you?" Shane growled.
"Never mind," Drake said.
"What's it to YOU?" Shane shouted.
"Nothing, nothing. Forget it," Drake shrugged.
Shane charged at him and was right in his face like how boys fight sometimes.
"What's ... It ... To YOU?" Shane snarled really really low.
"I just want to know you're name so I can declare who lost this fight over Zoe," Drake smiled.
I thought that was pretty stupid, but it worked on Shane, who just stormed away. The audience cheered for a minute and then returned to their camp sites like nothing had happened.
"Thanks," I said to Drake when he came back and sat down across from me at the picnic table.
"No problem .. I don't like geeks trying to make a move on my girl," Drake shrugged. I giggled and held his hand from across the table. He had the most amazing green eyes.
For the rest of my trip we hung out together, practically joined at the hip. The last night we spent together on the beach, watching the stars. He kissed me, and it was a very happy moment for me. I text and email him a lot but not as much as I should .. so ... yeah. OMG! New NCIS episode, and I haven't seen it! Bye!

Monday .. Second to last day of break!!!

I don't want to go back to school. I mean it's easy and kinda fun and all, but it just takes up so much of my time and is sooo boring! I should talk Mom into letting me get a tutor!
I've decided what I'm going to do for my birthday. It's going to be masquerade themed, and held at some big banquet hall on 5th Avenue - I think. Two hundred of my closest friends are going to be there, and I'm going to go to everyone's house with Will in a jester's suit and we're going to give the invitations. I'd like a car for my birthday since I'm getting my license, but I dunno if Mom'll be for that. There's so many accidents and I wouldn't really get to drive it and Mom would be worried about poor people trying to get in or something. Maybe I'll just ask for money or something. LOL I dunno. There's pretty much NOTHING I don't have besides a car .. or a horse. But I don't really want a horse right now.
So I'm going to go, Blog, because my FaVoRiTe show, NCIS, is having an ALL-DAY MARATHON!!!!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

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I know that I didn't get up from the date halfway through to update, but I just couldn't tear myself away from the table!
First of all, when I got there, I noticed that Georgia hadn't shown (typical Georgia) but that Raccoon Girl from last weekend's clubbing was there. And I saw Peter, too, looking fairly lonely, and let me just say, he is even more GORGEOUS in person!!!
When I approached the table, Peter could only stare at me for a few minutes, and the first thing he said was a hypnotized "hiii." I giggled and I probably blushed, and it doesn't help that I have snow-white skin. Tanning salons don't work for me. I think I'm allergic to the light.
Anyways, we all ordered steak, and OMG it was expensive! My steak was like thirty dollars, give or take a few. I don't remember all the details of stuff, just the big thing that makes me think, "GOD,"
But the steak was pretty darn good for that amount of moolah. It was kind of spicy but really nice and tender, like melt-in-your-mouth steak. Is that a good thing? That's not really a good description if I'm such a great writer. Melt-in-your-mouth meat reminds me of pork roast when it's all papery and like dissolves when it's in your mouth. The steak was better then that.
But Peter, he really likes me. And I really like him. He's sweet and funny and has the shiniest teeth. He held my hand and stared me right in the eye when I talked to him, and that's definitely a turn-on. He's really affectionate and one of those touchy-feely kind of people. I hope that doesn't become obnoxious to me or anything cuz I mean I REALLY like him.
After dinner and a long discussion around the table about teen pregnancies and the best shops in New York, each couple went their own way. Since Will's not much of a talker, he probably just sat her down and kissed her. But I don't care .. all I can think about is Peter Peter Peter Peter. Mom said that last night I fell asleep on the couch and sat straight up and smiled and screamed his name. then I layed back down and kissed the back of the couch. But just a little peck, thankfully. It'd be really embarrassing to start making out with a pillow in front of my Mom. Hah hah .. ooh.
Anyways, Peter and I walked a while together, oblivious of all the people and the cold.
"You're really pretty," Peter said.
"Thanks," I said, blushing again.
"When Will set me up on this date I didn't think you'd really be as hot as you are. I thought you'd be more of a .. that one girl at school. Tall, blond, what's her name?"
I gasped, "Cera?"
"Yeah, yeah, her," Peter replied, putting his arm around me. HE THINKS I'M HOTTER THEN CERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"You don't think very much of Cera, do you?" I asked, trying to keep the shrieking voices inside me in check.
"No. I think she's a slut," Peter said flatly.
"Really? Cuz I bet she likes you," I replied, although I regretted saying that. It was like telling him that she should love Cera instead of me. And that's a big NO-NO.
"Oh well," Peter murmured.
We walked in silence for a little more, looking at the lights and trying to find stars through all the clouds. But that's nearly impossible in a city as smoggy as New York.
I was suddenly aware of the cold. The freezing cold. I shivered and felt goosebumps rise up on my arms.
"You're cold," Peter said.
He stopped and took his coat off and wrapped it around me.
"Thanks," I blushed.
He squeezed my shoulders, then we kept walking. I told him about Mom and even the Magic stuff, and he didn't look the least bit weirded out. Oh, and my wish hasn't come true yet. It should on Tuesday, or at least I hope so. I'll pray some more. You know, God listens to me pretty good for some little rebel girl who talks and thinks about God like her best friend. But I dunno, maybe he appreciates me giving myself some respect and not considering myself a 'servant' of his. Sorry if I offend anyone out there. But when you're floating in Heaven laughing at me, thinking I'm in Hell, I'll wave to you from over by the Pearly Gates. Just watch for me. Seriously.
And my Magic Powers have started to show themselves. I lit a candle yesterday just by looking at it. It was pretty FREAKIN AWESOME!!! I should call Grandma about that.
Anyways, Peter took me home, and I discovered that all of the housemaids, Mom, and my weirdo cousins (whom are leaving next week) were all gone. Riley seems to like Peter, BTW.
I showed Peter around, and he approved of the flat. He liked my room the best ... But something kinda bad happened, and I'm having second thoughts about him. After we were sitting on the bed watching TV, he put his hand on my chest and whispered, "Want to make a kid?"
I jumped out of my skin and rolled off the bed. I peeked over the side to see Peter staring at me with a shocked expression. But I'm not going to be a girl to show my fear of sex. I'm not a virgin, but this is the first date, BUDDY.
"Hey, Peter?" I snapped.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"NO," I growled.
Peter chuckled and sat up.
"I was kidding," He said. But I didn't take any chances. I was alert the rest of the night until he left.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Driving there ...

Elyse, Mom's assistant and a close friend of ours, is driving me to the restaurant and telling me not to be nervous or anything. It's really crowded in New York City on Saturday night, but I'll get there on time.
I'm really really really really nervous no matter how many times Elyse tells me not to be. I can't help it! I keep having to delete words because I'm misspelling them - I'm that nervous. This is the first Valentine's Day that I haven't spent at home with Riley and Mom watching sappy love movies and eating ice cream right from the carton.
I think I look really pretty right now. I'm wearing that red dress, which is a lot shorter and lower-cut then it looked on the dummy. My hair is nice and beautiful, and my legs are shaved and silky. I smell like Armani Code for women. I hope Peter likes it. I mean really really hope hope PRAY TO GOD.
You know that www.real-wishes.com thing? My wish hasn't come true yet, but I haven't told eight people yet. Two to go. And I'm sure I could probably post stuff about it on more stuff so yeah ...
I haven't seen much of my cousins since they've started to hang out with Cera, but Mom doesn't really seem to mind. And as long as Cera is busy with them, she won't bug me. I think Mom secretly hates them, just like Riley and Me.
Okay, I'm pulling up to the building now. It looks really really crowded. I can see Will. GOD is he SMOKING?
God damn him. I'm going to go smack him, so bye for now.

Waiting for the Warmth

Mom just told me that the shower is out of hot water, so I'm going to have to wait. Imagine that, a billionaire's daughter waiting to get a hot shower. Hah.
Anyways, I was looking at my blog, since I'm always critiquing other people's blogs, and I noticed how much shorter my posts have been getting, and how much less information is included. I noticed that I don't talk much about magic or about my pets or my Mom.
I should start.
First off, I haven't heard anything else about the 'Jesus Bible'. Grandma has called and said that they're checking for any curses or black magic. But I'm like,
"This was forever ago. They hadn't even invented clothes, let alone black magic," Then Grandma reminded me about them.
"They have been around since the beginning of time, Zoelie. They helped God create the Universe. Don't say that they aren't capable of such a thing!"
And then she hung up. Grandma can be such a ... witch. LOL.
Mom's been really busy lately designing stuff and making stuff for the upcoming fashion shows. I'm not sure when the next one is, because I'm not as into that stuff as you'd think a designer's daughter would be. But I still pay attention to what brands people are wearing, making sure to recommend Mom's brand. I help around the office, watering plants and giving tips. Mom's pretty cool about her help. She isn't mean or snippy to them even if they're as dumb as rocks.
"You have to be fierce, darling, you have to be mean!" One of the London designers told her one day when some foreign designers came to the office.
"But you can't be stuck up, darling, you can't be a bitch," I said, perfectly imitating the designer, who actually laughed and complimented me. I might do imitations as a comedian when I get older, or else I might lay low and write books and stuff underneath Mom and take in all the inheritance.
Mom's office is really big and very fashionable. There are lots of earth-tone colors and plants all around. The floors are made of greenish-brown marble or something, and so are the walls. The carpets are hemp or something and the desks are made of a bamboo they grow downstairs. I love my Mom's office, mostly because of the cafe they have. It's one of those cafes with the big leather chairs and fireplaces. Very very chic. That's the word I've been looking for.
Plus, whenever I go down to get a donut or something when I hang there on the weekends, there's plenty of donuts to choose from since all the models we have are too self-conscious to eat. It's like ... seriously.
My home life is usually kind of boring, but very comfy. I always have my laptop and dog, Riley, with me. He's become so much a part of me that I don't really know what to say about him. He does everything I do pretty much. Riley is very pretty, with sleek black fur and velvety black ears. He's a black lab and Great Dane mix. He's tall and slender like a Great Dane, but loyal and loving like a lab. He's very muscular and loves going on walks with Will and I, which is something I like to do in my free time, just walk around the city and look at the buildings or the sky. I'm very layed back.
Mom and I don't go to church, if I haven't already said that, which I think I have. I don't know why we don't go. Maybe because I'm such a rebel, and I'd be one of the kids to laugh when everyone sings or drink from the Holy Water when I got thirsty. I've actually done that, and all of my church friends got all shocked and I'm like "it's just water". That happened when I was twelve.
You know who I haven't talked about? My Dad. I didn't really know him, and neither did Mom. You see, when Mom just started off as an apprentice at Prada, she walked home ten blocks every night. One night on a Monday in July or so, Mom got raped, and that was my Dad. Mom had me when she was about twenty or twenty one, so she's fairly young. Mom's had other boyfriends and stuff, but she needs to know my opinion about them before she can get serious. She's currently single. She has other things to worry about besides love - things like ME!
Mom says that I look more like her then like Dad, but Mom never had black hair, so that's one thing I got from him. I wonder what he looked like, but I'll probably never ever know, and that's kind of frustrating.
Well, the water just got hot now, and since I'm done with a very long and detailed post, I'm going to go shower and get ready for my date which is in about two hours, so BUH-BYE!!!

Darn Mom

Well, it's almost time for my threesome dinner-date with Peter and Will. Georgia said that she'll think about maybe coming up there, and I'm like,
"But it'll be two guys and one girl who likes both guys,"
"Then it'll be your dream come true!" Georgia joked. But tonight isn't a joke. It's dead serious. It's valentines day.
This is the dress that Mom got me for the date. I personally think it's a little too long if I'm trying to snag a blond Californian boy. But Will's going to like it. He likes everything I wear.
I hope Georgia comes. Then Will won't feel all lonely when I start flirting with Peter.
I've been texting Peter for the last few days, but he doesn't know what I look like. He likes my personality for sure, but I don't know if he'll be into a scene girl. I hope so, because I think it's over with Perez and me, and it'd be weird to go out with Will, and everyone else at my school is UGLY. Maybe I should try one of those online dating things, even though they probably won't work and are kinda cheesy. I dunno. I still haven't met Peter face-to-face yet, so it may work out between us.
I'm going to go shower, straighten my hair, and put on my makeup. I'm not going to go overboard with the raccoon eyes, just a nice, thick line of bottom-lash eyeliner and some ice-pink lipgloss. I don't usually wear a lot of lipgloss because I'm such an addicted gum-chewer. I tend to spit a lot when I chew gum, so it would like wear off all of the lip gloss. Mom said that I may be allowed to get permanent eyeliner, which I think would be REALLY COOL. Then I'd never really have to worry about if my eyes were smudged or anything.
Well, I'm going to go get ready. Half way through the date tonight I'll go into the bathroom and type an update up for you all. Bye!

Friday Nite

Last night Georgia and I went on a shopping spree with my allowance money, which was $2000, which I get every two days.
We went to Manhattan Mall and just splurged on everything. First we went to Aeropostle and I bought some new tee shirts that all said 'aeropostle' on them, and then we went to the body shop and I got some soap and lotion and makeup stuff. Then we went to Victoria's Secret, and you can imagine what I'd buy there. Next was the Foot Locker and I got some new kicks, then we went to another mall cuz that one doesn't really have too many good stores.
We traveled all the way across town .. well not that far .. but we went to some other stores and bought some expensive stuff. I spent ALL MY MONEY. But hey, I got some great stuff.
Will, Peter and I are all going to meet up at Del Frisco's on sixth avenue this evening. I don't think it will be very fun with two boys and one girl, while the girl likes one boy and the other boy likes the girl and the first boy doesn't even know the girl. I think Georgia should come along, but she's not that into the 'love' stuff, so I'm going to hide in my closet and pick out something to wear for tonight! Bye!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Thursday, Friday ...

Well, it's Friday, my FaVoRiTe day of the week!! I haven't written since Wednesday, and I've been trying to write every day, but at least I caught myself and I'm writing today. I stayed home again yesterday, which was Thursday, because I was still sick. I haven't met Peter yet, but Will tells me that Peter was thisclose to coming into contact with Cera. GOD, that would be HORRIBLE.
Today we didn't have school because of some 'teacher work day' or something, plus we have next Monday and Tuesday off as well. Maybe I'll go shopping with Georgia or something.
But today I just sat around the apartment while the Goths went to the mall with Cera and her crew. I don't really care if they're with her now. I don't. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and I really want to meet Peter. What if I become his Valentine? But then again, what about Will? I dunno. Oh well.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

*ACHOO!**Sniff Sniff*

I'm sick again and laying in bed. I do kinda wish I was at school becuz what are the cousins of mine doing with Cera? What about Perez? Huh? Huh? What about him? I may be mad at him, but that doesn't mean that he's not MINE!!!
Last night Will came over and fed me soup. He's so sweet. I was coughing and sneezing all over the place, but he didn't seem to mind. He's been giving me updates about school, since I was home yesterday too. I think I might have the flu.
Anyways, Will says that he made friends with the new kid in school.
"New kids are geeks," I sniffed.
"I remember when you were the new kid," Will said. Then I was lost in a flash back. Back in kindergarten, maybe a month after school started and before anyone in my class knew how rich we were, I was the new kid. Mom had packed me a lunch and stuff, but I had been so nervous that I'd eaten it on the bus. Georgia and Will came over to me when we were having lunch time and shared their lunches, and that's how we became friends.
Then I felt all guilty (which is a rare emotion for me) for calling the new kid a geek, and even guiltier when Will showed me a picture of the new kid he had taken with his phone. The new kid is H-O-T HOT!!!
Will told me that the kid's name is Peter and he moved here from California. I could tell, because he had sandy blond hair and was really tan. I really want to meet that kid. Will gave me his phone number, so I may start texting him even if he is in class. I dunno. I'll just be sick for now. *Cough cough*.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

*ACHOO*

Today I was sick and stayed home from school while the Goths went. They're home now, and you won't believe what color they're wearing.
PINK.
They said that Cera did take them under her wing! That bitch! They're MY cousins, even if I do hate them!!