The Reason You Haven't Been Writing Lately?

Homework? Homework. The lack of postings is from this. I got my project done, it has been handed in, and all is right with the world except for the intrusive amount of homework. I am beginning to think teachers believe that we have no lives and need to stay in all weekend completing 20 hours of homework. I have a life. I do not want to do homework. I already had to cancel friday night plans because of it. I have an essay - which isn't due until January but I am getting a head start on it - a test to study for, and 3 assignments in another class. How nice yes? Why do they insist on giving us so much. Its unlawful, its unjust and I want to get these teachers fired for it.

Random Thought of the day

Some people should be seen and not heard, while the rest should be not seen and not heard. The human species bores and aggravates me. 

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I will read your emails and may even reply if I am bored. Imagine!

These shoes are made for strutting

What else can you do in these?

Galliano made these especially for me I presume and I think I will invest in a pair for my prom. I will model my outfit around these shoes. They are fabulous, no?

Today I woke up and I realized I had nothing to wear, and I had a project to do. So after only sleeping for 3 hours I rolled myself out of bed and ate my breakfast (A weight watchers english muffin - plain and since my blood sugar was low a small rice crispy square my mother decided to bake the other day). I really wish humans could only survive on water. Wouldn't that be pleasant? Eating takes up too much time in the day, and time is money.

So I have yet to start on my project. I am thinking a bottle of champagne then do it? I must create my own fashion line for fashion class. So I have spent the past 5 minutes thinking of designs. It is due on Wednesday by the way.

I think I will post a few when I am done with them. Why? because I can.

I woke up and my father was leaving for church. He had is coat buttoned up so I asked him if he wore the tie. He turned around and showed me. I laughed to myself knowing I had won. But I always win. Now if i could just get him to change his clothing. If he put more effort into himself maybe he wouldn't look like a hillbilly.

The phone is ringing. I do not answer the phone. Why you may ask? Because it is of no interest to me. Its all those telemarketers who presume you want to buy their things that are junk. I am too nice of a person to play a prank on them. When I do answer the phone I tell them "No thank you, not today." Yet in my mind I want to play a devilish trick on them. I need to toughen up - note to self.

Another Note

I also went and bought my father a Fendi necktie. You think he would be grateful I would buy him something so nice. But of course he backlashed and said "I do not wear ties." I responded in a casual yet firm tone "I thought you should since you are lacking style and I cannot be seen in public with you any more." 

That shut him up for a bit. I'll see if he will wear it to church tomorrow. If not I will give him my usual silent treatment which usually works. In a few days he will come back saying: "Daddy is sorry!" And my response will be: silence. He usually then goes and buys me something. Maybe an Alexander McQueen scarf will make me happy this time? I've been getting bored of my pink one.

Bonjour

This is my blog I suppose. I get quite uninterested easily so this may not be updated often. Do I even have anything interesting to tell you? No. That is the point. This is for my thoughts and I do not care what you think of them. You may read them, you may judge them, you may also comment on them; yet I do not care. See? This is me not caring. 

Today I was walking down the road and I saw the most hideous thing I had ever seen. I turn to my friend and I said "save me! For it will blind me if I look at it any longer!" What was it? Some woman wearing jeans up to her midriff, where jeans - unless they are fashionable or in style - should not be. Ever. She was also wearing a grotesque shirt that resembled something you would find in the trash bins at the local walmart - like I ever step in there! Even being 200 feet near it makes me feel dirty. I turned my head and looked the other way before I confronted the woman and spat in her face.

My parents also bought a new car. Of course it is nothing "extravagant." It is new though, an improvement on our old car. Firstly you must know my mother is a pack rat, and rarely lets go of anything. She has kept our old car for 8 years. 8. It must be some sort of record in the automobile industry. It was the most hideous thing I had ever seen in my life and to spare you I will not post an image of it. I quite enjoyed the heated seat feature of the new car even though the look of it wants me to write in my chanel lipstick "regarde-moi, je suis laid!" Although I feel that at this time it may be inappropriate.