Disclaimer: The rant below is in no way a reflection of myself, as an individual. Don't judge me? Aha. 
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How dare she! My mother, for lack of a...better word, is a cunt. I swear to god, there are times where the things she does drive me so god damn insane I want to punch babies. Over and over again just so that she'll get the point and shut her mouth. 

She only lives with me on the weekends. She spends the week in our Manhattan flat...and thank god! 

She's just so different then me (I take after my dad) so that anytime I do something that goes against her, regardless of the morals behind it, it's wrong...just because its not what she would do. And we're talking dumb stuff. Like when I talk about the upcoming election. My reasons for voting for so-and-so aren't right. I should have stronger points to back up my statements. Like, is she for real? 

Oh god. But today! She started yelling at me because I asked her for a ride to school the other day when she clearly had to be at work by then. Oh, you're right mother, let's blame my ass for you being late. That makes complete fucking sense! I'm sorry I didn't think of that before. Really! And then she was like "Why don't you have one of your other friends drive you in. Oh wait! You don't have any friends because you're such a bitch"

Now, mind you, before I rant about my mothers comment, lemme just tell you that she seems to think that by calling me a bitch she's the only mother of a teenage girl to do so. Do you understand how many times I go into school and one of my friends (the ones that I apparently don't have) will be like "my mom thinks I'm a bitch" and then like seventeen other people will be like "me too!"...!? Smooth, mother. 

Real. Fucking. Smooth. 

Anyway. I did lose a lot of friends this year but it wasn't my fault. It takes two to tango and I was not left out on that dance floor alone. Basically, my group of like twenty friends split into like five groups of four people. Tragic? Absolutely. But now I wouldn't change it for the world. My mother, however, knows how much I was hurt by the entire thing when it first happened. I was a wreck. Friends are my family and when shit hit the fan, I didn't handle it well and inevitably, broke down. But how dare my mother to bring that up like a little caddy bitch, knowing it was going to hurt me. It shouldn't have. I have tons of friends, even after losing some of the closest ones. But she's right, as Schwahny would like to say; "it got pretty dark there for awhile...". 

UGH!@#!$!@#?
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Sorry guys, you really don't have to read this. If you got this far...I'm sorry you're so bored =P

According to my log-in page I haven't posted in about twenty-two weeks. But for me, after my slight break in March, I've been on almost everyday to read and such. You guys are amazing and although I haven't commented, all of the Fanfiction has been great. 

Speaking of...OTH, anyone? Some of my friends are really disappointed and rightly so.
1. WHERE ART THOU NALEY?! (nuff said)
2. Am I the only one that is completely over BL or LP? I am a die hard Brucas supporter at heart, mostly because I absolutely love Chad and Sophia's chemistry but also because I can totally connect with their relationship (putting aside teenage pregnancy and rockstar monkey sex =p) However, lately, I could care less about either or them. I know at this point that there is no future for Brucas and have completely accepted it because I honestly think Brooke can do better. I'm also starting to realize that no matter how much I convince myself otherwise Lucas and Peyton are meant to grow old together in ignorant brooding bliss. 
3. Haley is pregnant and even if she's not...well she is. Hear that, Schwahny? Married couples have hot kinky married sex (preferably in forbidden places and in taboo positions) and produce wonderfully adorable children that I often plot to kidnap when I finally travel down to Wilmy.  (See: Scott Child 1/James Lucas Scott/Jackson Brundage)
4. Am I the only one that feels for Lindsey? Nearly all of my friends are LP supporters, so I'm not really expecting anyone to agree with me on this one, but that girl has heart and watching some of her scenes makes me fall apart so quickly. Oh, and I'm also on the quest to convince people that Michaela McManus is, in fact, gorgeous. My LP friends disagree because they're jealous. *nods*
5. I laughed when Dan got hit by the car. Yes, I realize I now have a one in a million chance of making it past the pearly gates, but I was expecting that long before, around I starting spewing profanities at my TV while watching prior OOC nanny sequences. But honestly! That dummy? Jesus, OTH, are we now so low budget that we can't afford acrylic hair (as opposed to that STRAW) for Danny Boy?
6. Skillz and Deb...oh dear lord. You know it's a crime when two horn dogs get more action than the married couple...you know, the same married couple that keeps the rating for this show going...Mark needs to watch his back!

Uggh. I didn't realize that I was disappointed until after finishing that rant. Maybe it's the lack of postage. Hmm. Okay, so does anyone want to fill me in on the entire James/Sophia fiasco? I personally think that they're not dating and that they're just really good friends, but I try to ignore rumors and stories about them being sited together because I am one of the biggest JL-whores you'll ever meet. I don't know. I flip-flop. But so far, all I've seen are the charity game photos and the LAX photos. Am I missing something? And Courtney (I think it's you) what are these stories of James bad-talking Sophia? I'm so out of the loop. *sighs*

HELP? (and a comment saying 'hi' would be just as nice ;])

I have no time to post. 
This is in no way an exaggeration. 
But, I do have time to wish Berry (

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I'm a terrible person. 

I've pretty much heard this from everyone that I'm close to in the past week, so I'm taking this opportunity to extend that to you guys too. I haven't posted and/or responded on here in quite awhile, so I guess that makes me really really really sorry ( I just watched zoolander, ignore it). 

But cheahh. I'm not ignoring any of you. I'm just busy. And this is the last thing on my mind right now. Sad, but my fanworld is so far off in the distance it's not even funny. 

So yeahhh. I'll try and get on sometime later. Until then, I'm thinking of possible ways to ruin Mark Schwahn's life. Any ideas?

If  I see another Brathan FF, I might die. 
I will jump off a tall building and hope for the best. 
It being, that that couple never exists in this beautiful NH-filled world of ours. 
That is all. 
Goodnight, lovies <3

This kid comes into class yesterday and says "My back hurts, my ass hurts, and my neck hurts" And Mr Cat, so seriously goes, "Who gave it to you last night?"

And that is why I love him. I miss eighth grade english too much. Which is sad because it was about forever and a day ago, that I was in eight grade. So anywho. Just thought I'd share that.

My new english teacher, or BiPolar Billy as I like to call him, is a douchebag. Sometimes. He blows hot and cold like nobody's business. And I feel like I've learned absolutely nothing this year. I met with him twenty minutes after school so he could lecture me on how "beautifully awkward" my papers were. I might as well have been dropkicked about, um, seven times?

He makes me hate writing. And I told him that and he was like "Well, I'd hate to be the cause of a wasted talent" and then I quipped back with--Actually, I didn't respond. I thought about being rebellious but then decided that today wasn't my day to die. 

My mom would have loovvvedd me for that. 

I did get kicked out of class yesterday though. He gave his annual "fuck you" test, and I passed with flying colors. He told me I cheated. Then I did actually respond with "Who? Mike with the 47, or Jeremy with the 56?" Then he kicked me out. Side note: I walked out in glory.  Seriously, the music to Rocky should have been playing in the background. That's how complacent I was. 

Sorry, Had to get that out. 

I won't be on for awhile. But a few ff updates would be nice. *CoughHintCough* 

The show that I'm Choreographing/ADing for is being put on this weekend. Those kids make me want to drink sulfuric acid. And I mean that in the nicest way possible =]