Man, I knew exactly what I was going to write about...oh! Yeah! Okay, I'm sure my teacher's out to get me. She plans a GROUP PLAY project right before the break that's due right after the break and expects everyone to not only WRITE the play but MEMORIZE it and perform it without giving us any time in school! THEN she puts me with the LAZIES! I mean, nice and all, but I've always got to take charge! Than again, if you want something done you have to do it yourself. Hmp. So, I'm stressing myself out then leaving the rest to fate. As always.
IN OTHER NEWS, I went SHOPPINNGGGGG!!! That ALWAYS cheers me upp!!! I stopped by Claire's, Levi''s, Sephora, Journey, and P.F. Changs. At Claire's I got an INSANE discount which I will talk about in the succeeding post. My sister pronounced Levi's and Leh-vEEs, as in rEEse Witherspoon. The lady working there was fairly slim and short with ear-high chocolate brown hair. She said she loved my hammer pants, at, at the time, I happened to be wearing the blue-green-tan floral patterned ones with my Jessica Simpson scandals.
At Sephora I met three ladies...one behind the register who was WAY too old to dress as she did, one trying on a bright red lipstick who could be Marilyn Monroe's mother and was TOO old to shop at Sephora, and the last buzzed around the store with eyeshadow a tad too bright for her skintone and laughed when I said all men should smell like President Snow in THG. Say, WHY do men had so many scents? To me, all colognes smell relatively similar, don't they? JUH-EEESE!
I finally got my blue Toms, which I was dying for! The lady told me that I should get them tight because they stretch so, being stupid, I did. I wanted to wear tomorrow to the flippin' Castle but they're TOO TIGHT so now I cant unless I wake up UBER early, track down the receipt, then drag my lazy but down to Journey so that I can replace the fluffing Toms. I totes mcgotes shoulda seen it coming, with my luck. -,-
OH MY GODDESS. I saw the saddest things today. First, I saw the story of Tina Nash, the lady who'll never be able to see her children or anything else for that matter ever again because her Richard boyfriend gouged her eyeballs out. Totes mcgoats completely uber sad, I mean, imagine never being able to see again! THEN I saw a monstrous cloud of black smoke on my way to the car wash nosily went to investigate. An entire house was on fire. I can't imagine coming home to nothing but ruble and destroyed memories.
I feel like Katniss when her prep team tore her up. Today I went through a series of plucking, shaving, snipping, scrubbing, and a hot oil treatment (Except I was lazy so I DIDN'T heat the oil... do you think it still worked?!). AND I forgot to bleach my peach fuzz. Wonderful. That reminds me, okay, let me stop so I can get down to bleachin'
Au Revoir
--Tiffany
P.S. I should totes mcgoats say totes mcgoats more often. I'm going to scream if I can't find a potential best friend who absolutely adores Marilyn and Madonna. Do you think the Palisades mall is really sinking?! I just discovered HoneyHoney, OMGosh.
AND My sister and I were cruising the highway, windows wide open, wind in our faces, and with the speakers on max blasting Material Girl as bunches of losers gave us dirty looks! ;-P **Bad Girl**
My brother has agreed that we both need diamonds to survive.
IN OTHER NEWS, I went SHOPPINNGGGGG!!! That ALWAYS cheers me upp!!! I stopped by Claire's, Levi''s, Sephora, Journey, and P.F. Changs. At Claire's I got an INSANE discount which I will talk about in the succeeding post. My sister pronounced Levi's and Leh-vEEs, as in rEEse Witherspoon. The lady working there was fairly slim and short with ear-high chocolate brown hair. She said she loved my hammer pants, at, at the time, I happened to be wearing the blue-green-tan floral patterned ones with my Jessica Simpson scandals.
At Sephora I met three ladies...one behind the register who was WAY too old to dress as she did, one trying on a bright red lipstick who could be Marilyn Monroe's mother and was TOO old to shop at Sephora, and the last buzzed around the store with eyeshadow a tad too bright for her skintone and laughed when I said all men should smell like President Snow in THG. Say, WHY do men had so many scents? To me, all colognes smell relatively similar, don't they? JUH-EEESE!
I finally got my blue Toms, which I was dying for! The lady told me that I should get them tight because they stretch so, being stupid, I did. I wanted to wear tomorrow to the flippin' Castle but they're TOO TIGHT so now I cant unless I wake up UBER early, track down the receipt, then drag my lazy but down to Journey so that I can replace the fluffing Toms. I totes mcgotes shoulda seen it coming, with my luck. -,-
OH MY GODDESS. I saw the saddest things today. First, I saw the story of Tina Nash, the lady who'll never be able to see her children or anything else for that matter ever again because her Richard boyfriend gouged her eyeballs out. Totes mcgoats completely uber sad, I mean, imagine never being able to see again! THEN I saw a monstrous cloud of black smoke on my way to the car wash nosily went to investigate. An entire house was on fire. I can't imagine coming home to nothing but ruble and destroyed memories.
I feel like Katniss when her prep team tore her up. Today I went through a series of plucking, shaving, snipping, scrubbing, and a hot oil treatment (Except I was lazy so I DIDN'T heat the oil... do you think it still worked?!). AND I forgot to bleach my peach fuzz. Wonderful. That reminds me, okay, let me stop so I can get down to bleachin'
Au Revoir
--Tiffany
P.S. I should totes mcgoats say totes mcgoats more often. I'm going to scream if I can't find a potential best friend who absolutely adores Marilyn and Madonna. Do you think the Palisades mall is really sinking?! I just discovered HoneyHoney, OMGosh.
AND My sister and I were cruising the highway, windows wide open, wind in our faces, and with the speakers on max blasting Material Girl as bunches of losers gave us dirty looks! ;-P **Bad Girl**
My brother has agreed that we both need diamonds to survive.
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