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| Lipstick In School
According to a news report, a certain school in Garden City, MI was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the washroom.That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. |
Gregori Derangere and Ze Lips!
I was trying to cut around the face of my picture and post it on to the chick Gregori Derangere was in a movie with:
Cause that pic is way too sexy, and besides, Andreux said I should do that.
Finally, I gave up, because my program wouldn't let me. So I was just going to post my nose on top of hers. Then my lips. Then I got a brilliant idea. A Lip Collage:
This guy I liked told me he liked my mouth. And you know what? I got to thinking, what if all of me were my mouth, then he'd really like me, right?
Cause that pic is way too sexy, and besides, Andreux said I should do that.
Finally, I gave up, because my program wouldn't let me. So I was just going to post my nose on top of hers. Then my lips. Then I got a brilliant idea. A Lip Collage:
This guy I liked told me he liked my mouth. And you know what? I got to thinking, what if all of me were my mouth, then he'd really like me, right?
Wow. I Tied on Like EverythingTake the quiz:
What lipcolor best showcases your personality?
Hot Pink
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2005 Recap: Read at your own risk. I'm not responsible for anything.
I'm probably going to make this summary very dramatic. But you know me. I bathe in drama. ;)
I think the reason why I dont' remember so much from this year is because I kept a lot of it a secret to a lot of people. And now I can't remember my secrets because there's no one there to remind me of them. Or something to that effect.
In original preparation for this entry, I was going through and rereading every single fucking (oh, we should do a "fuck-counter." See how many times I say "fuck" in this entry. I've already got 3 ;) ) entry I've written this year (which is how I realized I'd forgotten a lot of stuff). But then I realized my summary would be largely Mindsay-based, and while Mindsay is a wonderful part of my life, it is not all of it.
So instead I am going to attempt to summarize this year from memory. Haha. Let's see how that goes.
The beginning of 2005 started out with a visit from the ever-lovely Magen and coincidentally will end with a vist from her as well. The beginning of 2005 found me at 15, and I think that 15-year-old Justine knew what was better for herself than 16-year-old Justine does. Okay, okay. I do know what's good for me. But instead I do what I want.
The beginning of 2005 was eventful. It started out with me overdosing on Tylenol and almost killing myself. Haha, what fun. That event gradually lead to a loss in a friendship that meant absolutely nothing to me, so it was all for the best (everything always is).
Heh. I don't know where to go from here. I guesssssss to the drama with my aunt?
It's so . . . odd. I didn't make most of my Mindsay friends until this summer, over a year after I had originally started blogging. So a lot of you don't know much about my life prior to May/June 2005. And that's when I began to get weary of blogging . . .
But that's besides the point. In February my father's sister Laura needed some help. She needed a place to escape. She came to my house. She lived with us until the beginning of April; her daughter Willow until mid-April. At first, it was pretty cool having her around. I cannot stand my relatives; but Laura was always my favorite aunt. I realize now why that is: I'm like her in a lot of ways. And I suppose that's kind of disgusting, but in a way I derive a certain sense of pride from this fact as well. I'm not quite sure why this is; or perhaps I am but do not feel like discussing the matter.
As I was saying, when Laura first came here, she was my escape from life, in a sense. And for those who don't know me that well, I am always up for escaping. She was the cool aunt; we'd drive around town blasting music, we'd talk, we'd shop AND shoplift together; you know, fun stuff.
Then. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Then. Then it became, "'Steeni (she always called me 'steeni, don't know why, no one outside the computer really does) could you watch Willow for a little bit?" And that turned into, "'Steeni, could you watch Willow for a few hours?" and then it eventually escalated into she was gone for days and I was taking care of her kid. In fact, in early April, after my birthday, she went back to Arizona and completely abandoned Willow. I took care of that girl. Of course my mother helped, but she just didnt' take care of her like I took care of her. Willow literally considered me her mother, and I was a way better mother to that girl than Laura ever fucking could desire to be.
A week or two after the abandonment, Laura calls and demands we put Willow on a plane all by her lonesome and fly her to Arizona where Laura will meet her at the airport. Willow kept telling me she was scared and when she went on the plane I actually cried. For those that dont' really know this: I do not ever cry. I hate hate hate crying. Haaaaaaate it. In fact, the only time I've cried this whole year was when Willow got on that plane. And it wasnt' even a big hysterical cry. It was, "oh look, I have 10 tear drops dripping down my face."
And as all this drama with Laura was going on, I was letting it affect my school-life. I became a little sullen; a little more bitchy; a little more, "I DONT' HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT." And it wasn't good. I couldn't concentrate for the life of me.
Back up a bit to before Laura left: my 16th birthday. Bittersweet 16, and yes I am so fucking melodramatic and you'll just have to deal with it. I had a few friends over, and 3 of the people I invited didn't show up, but that didn't bother me, really. Luana, Terri, Mastro, and of course Magen; they were there. Magen stayed over. I'm sure we went shopping, because we always do. :P All in all it was a good birthday, and I looked damn hot, so. It was a Sweet 16, I suppose.
School ended, seemingly out of nowhere. The end to the '04-'05 school year was a much more pleasant one than the previous year. Actually, compared to the previous year, it was fucking wonderful. I had such great friends, my home life was better, I was more content with everything . . . life was just good then.
Now one of the best summers of my life. This summer was amazing. I had a little heartbreak and stress (but we won't talk about this here) but . . . my goodness. It was the most fun. Terri and I driving around neighborhoods and fucking SCREAMING at the top of our lungs. Magen being my temporary roomate and spending so much time over my house. I met so many amazing new people (yes this includes you Mindsayers!!!!), and the ones I still converse with -- I love them all. You guys mean a lot to me, you really do (as well as all my non-newish friends. you guys are oldies but goodies!! ;)).
I guess the main thing about the summer was all the summer drives, no matter who they were with. Amazing times. Mostly with Terriemo. That chick kicks ass. Yesssss. Parks, swings, Safety Town, paint (;)), Bowling for Soup, lists, Steven (;)), SCREAMS, yellow lights, speeding, more parks, shopping, and just absolute good hanging out time. It was the best.
Heh. I miss this summer, now that I think about it. No matter how much drama occured (and if you still read this you know who you are), no matter how much I had to babysit, no matter that MS. BIANCOLLI FUCKING ABANDONED ME, no matter how many shows and concerts I missed . . . it was fucking wonderful. I'd relive this summer in a heartbeat.
Unfortunetly, school started. It was so surreal; this summer wasn't supposed to end. Going back to school was the biggest strain on everything. It wasn't a stressful strain; it was just annoying. There's no point. School is fucking pointless. Just three more semesters and I graduate, and then I'm fucking done.
So, this school year. I dont' really care about anything except hanging out with friends. And even that I could do without every day. Not to sound . . . bitchy or anything, but seriously. Hanging out during the school year is not the same as hanging out during the summer. But still, I have managed to meet and get reacquainted with some pretty fucking awesome people; and for that I am so happy.
I went to Homecoming this year. It was alright. I know I bitched about it afterwards, but looking back, I did have a lot of fun. And absolutely no bitch was wearing any dress like mine. So HELL YEAH. But, dammit, I lost a fucking earring. That's still uspetting me. :( But Terri was my date and it was fun. (=
The major letdown of this year was Brandon fucking leaving me. And as much as it kills me to say it, I think there is a part of me that will always be mad at him for it. Even though I know he didn't set out to "leave me"; he just wanted to do his own thing and I understand this. I dont' want to be mad at him. I really really really really don't. But I am. Even though it's just teensy-tiny bit mad, the anger still exists. And I hate that.
I really do.
I had a little friendship drama already this school year, but honestly, when do I ever not? Drama just surrounds me, like I've said. I've had rumors follow me like a lost puppy this year, but in all actuality . . . I really love the attention. So make all the fucking shit up that you want. I don't care.
The fact that I don't really care about anything this year has had enjoyable side effects. I don't stress out much. I rarely have panic attacks now; so I'm assuming my panic disorder is under control. Which is nice. I think most of my illnesses/disorders are under control now. It's quite lovely. I'm quite content. Never have a bad day anymore. I fucking love it.
From what I recall of this year (which actually isn't that much), I've had more good days than bad. More happy times than sad. Ladedadadada RAD! (haha I rhymed!)
I now end out the year with my soulmate.
2006 will be my fucking slave. It will have to obide by my rules. And then I'll have a fucking blast. :P (=
2005 in a nutshell: Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Plus: hair disasters, fights, lust, swings, Subway, pills, SOULMATES, AP History, new friends, essays, drama, birthdays, sleepovers, running, freedom, restrictions, EVIL MONKEYS, Next Big Thing 5, photography, discoveries, MUSIC, grammar, blogging, ENTER KEY, babies, marriage, this one's for the bitches, lipstick, lace, surprises, fuuuuuuun, fast cars, MUFFIN, cookies, graphics, art, poetry, SCREAMS, slides, dirt roads, laughs, and . . . Heh. I don't remember any more. :P
I think the reason why I dont' remember so much from this year is because I kept a lot of it a secret to a lot of people. And now I can't remember my secrets because there's no one there to remind me of them. Or something to that effect.
In original preparation for this entry, I was going through and rereading every single fucking (oh, we should do a "fuck-counter." See how many times I say "fuck" in this entry. I've already got 3 ;) ) entry I've written this year (which is how I realized I'd forgotten a lot of stuff). But then I realized my summary would be largely Mindsay-based, and while Mindsay is a wonderful part of my life, it is not all of it.
So instead I am going to attempt to summarize this year from memory. Haha. Let's see how that goes.
The beginning of 2005 started out with a visit from the ever-lovely Magen and coincidentally will end with a vist from her as well. The beginning of 2005 found me at 15, and I think that 15-year-old Justine knew what was better for herself than 16-year-old Justine does. Okay, okay. I do know what's good for me. But instead I do what I want.
The beginning of 2005 was eventful. It started out with me overdosing on Tylenol and almost killing myself. Haha, what fun. That event gradually lead to a loss in a friendship that meant absolutely nothing to me, so it was all for the best (everything always is).
Heh. I don't know where to go from here. I guesssssss to the drama with my aunt?
It's so . . . odd. I didn't make most of my Mindsay friends until this summer, over a year after I had originally started blogging. So a lot of you don't know much about my life prior to May/June 2005. And that's when I began to get weary of blogging . . .
But that's besides the point. In February my father's sister Laura needed some help. She needed a place to escape. She came to my house. She lived with us until the beginning of April; her daughter Willow until mid-April. At first, it was pretty cool having her around. I cannot stand my relatives; but Laura was always my favorite aunt. I realize now why that is: I'm like her in a lot of ways. And I suppose that's kind of disgusting, but in a way I derive a certain sense of pride from this fact as well. I'm not quite sure why this is; or perhaps I am but do not feel like discussing the matter.
As I was saying, when Laura first came here, she was my escape from life, in a sense. And for those who don't know me that well, I am always up for escaping. She was the cool aunt; we'd drive around town blasting music, we'd talk, we'd shop AND shoplift together; you know, fun stuff.
Then. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Then. Then it became, "'Steeni (she always called me 'steeni, don't know why, no one outside the computer really does) could you watch Willow for a little bit?" And that turned into, "'Steeni, could you watch Willow for a few hours?" and then it eventually escalated into she was gone for days and I was taking care of her kid. In fact, in early April, after my birthday, she went back to Arizona and completely abandoned Willow. I took care of that girl. Of course my mother helped, but she just didnt' take care of her like I took care of her. Willow literally considered me her mother, and I was a way better mother to that girl than Laura ever fucking could desire to be.
A week or two after the abandonment, Laura calls and demands we put Willow on a plane all by her lonesome and fly her to Arizona where Laura will meet her at the airport. Willow kept telling me she was scared and when she went on the plane I actually cried. For those that dont' really know this: I do not ever cry. I hate hate hate crying. Haaaaaaate it. In fact, the only time I've cried this whole year was when Willow got on that plane. And it wasnt' even a big hysterical cry. It was, "oh look, I have 10 tear drops dripping down my face."
And as all this drama with Laura was going on, I was letting it affect my school-life. I became a little sullen; a little more bitchy; a little more, "I DONT' HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT." And it wasn't good. I couldn't concentrate for the life of me.
Back up a bit to before Laura left: my 16th birthday. Bittersweet 16, and yes I am so fucking melodramatic and you'll just have to deal with it. I had a few friends over, and 3 of the people I invited didn't show up, but that didn't bother me, really. Luana, Terri, Mastro, and of course Magen; they were there. Magen stayed over. I'm sure we went shopping, because we always do. :P All in all it was a good birthday, and I looked damn hot, so. It was a Sweet 16, I suppose.
School ended, seemingly out of nowhere. The end to the '04-'05 school year was a much more pleasant one than the previous year. Actually, compared to the previous year, it was fucking wonderful. I had such great friends, my home life was better, I was more content with everything . . . life was just good then.
Now one of the best summers of my life. This summer was amazing. I had a little heartbreak and stress (but we won't talk about this here) but . . . my goodness. It was the most fun. Terri and I driving around neighborhoods and fucking SCREAMING at the top of our lungs. Magen being my temporary roomate and spending so much time over my house. I met so many amazing new people (yes this includes you Mindsayers!!!!), and the ones I still converse with -- I love them all. You guys mean a lot to me, you really do (as well as all my non-newish friends. you guys are oldies but goodies!! ;)).
I guess the main thing about the summer was all the summer drives, no matter who they were with. Amazing times. Mostly with Terriemo. That chick kicks ass. Yesssss. Parks, swings, Safety Town, paint (;)), Bowling for Soup, lists, Steven (;)), SCREAMS, yellow lights, speeding, more parks, shopping, and just absolute good hanging out time. It was the best.
Heh. I miss this summer, now that I think about it. No matter how much drama occured (and if you still read this you know who you are), no matter how much I had to babysit, no matter that MS. BIANCOLLI FUCKING ABANDONED ME, no matter how many shows and concerts I missed . . . it was fucking wonderful. I'd relive this summer in a heartbeat.
Unfortunetly, school started. It was so surreal; this summer wasn't supposed to end. Going back to school was the biggest strain on everything. It wasn't a stressful strain; it was just annoying. There's no point. School is fucking pointless. Just three more semesters and I graduate, and then I'm fucking done.
So, this school year. I dont' really care about anything except hanging out with friends. And even that I could do without every day. Not to sound . . . bitchy or anything, but seriously. Hanging out during the school year is not the same as hanging out during the summer. But still, I have managed to meet and get reacquainted with some pretty fucking awesome people; and for that I am so happy.
I went to Homecoming this year. It was alright. I know I bitched about it afterwards, but looking back, I did have a lot of fun. And absolutely no bitch was wearing any dress like mine. So HELL YEAH. But, dammit, I lost a fucking earring. That's still uspetting me. :( But Terri was my date and it was fun. (=
The major letdown of this year was Brandon fucking leaving me. And as much as it kills me to say it, I think there is a part of me that will always be mad at him for it. Even though I know he didn't set out to "leave me"; he just wanted to do his own thing and I understand this. I dont' want to be mad at him. I really really really really don't. But I am. Even though it's just teensy-tiny bit mad, the anger still exists. And I hate that.
I really do. I had a little friendship drama already this school year, but honestly, when do I ever not? Drama just surrounds me, like I've said. I've had rumors follow me like a lost puppy this year, but in all actuality . . . I really love the attention. So make all the fucking shit up that you want. I don't care.
The fact that I don't really care about anything this year has had enjoyable side effects. I don't stress out much. I rarely have panic attacks now; so I'm assuming my panic disorder is under control. Which is nice. I think most of my illnesses/disorders are under control now. It's quite lovely. I'm quite content. Never have a bad day anymore. I fucking love it.
From what I recall of this year (which actually isn't that much), I've had more good days than bad. More happy times than sad. Ladedadadada RAD! (haha I rhymed!)
I now end out the year with my soulmate.
2006 will be my fucking slave. It will have to obide by my rules. And then I'll have a fucking blast. :P (=
2005 in a nutshell: Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Plus: hair disasters, fights, lust, swings, Subway, pills, SOULMATES, AP History, new friends, essays, drama, birthdays, sleepovers, running, freedom, restrictions, EVIL MONKEYS, Next Big Thing 5, photography, discoveries, MUSIC, grammar, blogging, ENTER KEY, babies, marriage, this one's for the bitches, lipstick, lace, surprises, fuuuuuuun, fast cars, MUFFIN, cookies, graphics, art, poetry, SCREAMS, slides, dirt roads, laughs, and . . . Heh. I don't remember any more. :P
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