I should’ve screencapped it. Like the stupid skype music came on and there is was.
I just ignored it. LOLOLOLOL.
Like it’s 32 degrees right now. I needa break out the heavy coat.
That I’m gonna become a hairdresser. Bahahah. In Bellevue, of course. Why?
My friend, Sam, just got a haircut along with some other of my guy friends. (seems like it’s boy haircut season). And it look really ugly. As any usual boy haircut. It has to be because no one in Bellevue can cut boy hair. Like seriously, no one. The one person that could, now lives in NY (ahem, Mary…Mark). So I’ve decided that I’ll do my birthplace a favor, go to beauty school, and cut hair for boys—and girls, if desired.
Yerrrp. No more of that ugly boy hair that dressers think it’s acceptable to trim hair straight across instead of desired style. Oh, how I love this place.
Honestly, in my mother’s eyes, in a failure. My little sister is some gift sent from heaven and I’m just some dust God swept down…
My mother is again showing off my sister for some extracurricular project she gets to participate in when I did that same project. Helllllo? And her wonderful history grade when I had the same grade. “Ohhhh, it’s because you love history.” “Actually, no, I don’t.” /mom pays no attention to what she just said.
I swear someday I’m gonna believe what my mother tells my sister and just give up. There’s no point when your point was to impress your parents.
She’s a freaking lazy bum who claims she does everything for our family when she does nothing at all.
My mom just came home with groceries from the Asian and regular market. I come downstairs to help and tell her to come out to help too. She takes her freaking time coming out. And I come back upstairs from putting something in the basement fridge and she’s still on the same bag of groceries only filled with one bottle of cooking oil. She slowly gets up, walks to the kitchen table, and just sits there. “Baby, help put away groceries.” “I don’t know where any of it goes…” really, I’m putting sure eggs, milk, bread, and noodles have been put in the same place for the last 13 years. “…okay.” and she just sits there in this stupid attitude and I can’t put up with it. “Fine. Go. Go away back to your computer and don’t help.” “fine.” and walks away. So I put all the groceries away myself.
She’s doing absolutely nothing productive right now. And yeah, I’m on tumblr, but at least I helped. She’s playing neopets or looking at etsy while watching tv. I can’t wait until you crumble when I leave. Can’t freaking wait.
the people who hate me. I don’t even care whom they are. Cuz yo’ kno, haterz gon’ hate.
I JUST HAVE THIS UNDYING URGE TO KNOW. It’s killing me. Really is. If I ever get a genie, I’m gonna wish (besides my first wish that magic lamp rules don’t apply to me, and my second wish to have a billion more wishes that only come true if I’m absolutely sure—yeaaaaaaaah, i’ve thought through this very extensively) to have a list of people who hate me, ranked by how much they hate me, and why.
*Just as a sidenote: Then after that wish, I’ll wish to have another list of people who like me/find me attractive with the same standards as the other list. You don’t even know how many times I lay in bed and think about this exactly thing. Oh, how I wish genies and fairy godparents were real.