Yada Yada

Holy shit. It's Mary.

On the contrary of most attending my Half-Assed Academy of Lies and Deception, I'm not about to make myself look cool. Nor will bubble gum and lolipops become my main theme, just to look cute for the dudes. I shall not butcher the English language, or dismember my IQ, to appear as any other would.

I'm not "just another teenager," or a beauty queen, a slut, skank, or emo.

I don't see myself as perfect, as a genius, or even better in any aspect. For everyone is flawed, and the only ones that believe that they aren't, are the ones that are too afraid to admit it.

This is me. Take it or leave it.

.friends.

.j. andersen - the ultimate spaz.

.j. hanson. - the retarded genius.

.m. wxalls. - the miniature controversy. [the x is silent.]

.m. santos. - the mexican clone. dis the mexi and you die.

.myself. - because I'm just that cool.

.b. vroom. - "the love of my life."

.a. caradimos. - condom boy.

.enemies.

.p. piccaso - the not-so self-proclaimed prodigy.

.my lack of him.

.quote of the day.

"Look at me. I'm bored. How fascinating."

Quotes to Bow Down to:

“You know you’re drunk when you think that the cab fare is the time.”

“… If somebody calls and messes with you on the phone like that you don’t become terrified, you mess back … If somebody calls and was like “have you checked the children?” I’d be like “I killed them!”

"There's nothing wrong with being a loser, it just depends on how good you are at it."

"I never thought that being obnoxious would get me where I am now."

"I'm not as depressed as I used to be. The Prozac's working!"

"A guy walks up to me and asks 'What's Punk?'. So I kick over a garbage can and say 'That's punk!'. So he kicks over the garbage can and says 'That's Punk?', and I say 'No that's trendy!'

"Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question; yes is the answer."

"School is practice for the future, and practice makes perfect. But no one is perfect, so why practice?"

DISCLAIMER:

-Just 'cause you don't understand me, doesn't make me weird. It makes you stupid. :3

-Don't get what's so funny? I won't explain it. Sucks for you.

-Don't be a dick.

-Think I'm a bitch? You aren't the first.

-Make fun of my AIM--or prolific grammar--and you die. :]

My Inept Judgments

.love.

.him.

.slusho.

.tommy.

.tom green.

.maroby wxalls.

.marcella santos.

.my peeps; the fluffy, marshmallowy kind.

.hate.

".piccaso."

.the school's ugly guitars.

.chain mail.

.scars.

.loneliness.

.frizzy hair.

.messy eyebrows.

.weight disorders.

.homophobics.

.rednecks.

How I Do.

There's this little thing.

And it's called confusion.

In all reality, it's the gray area between the honest and the lying.

I've recently become enveloped in this indistinguishability.

And in this abyss of uncetainty, I have been rendered unable to tell

Right from wrong,

Yes from no,

And love from hate.

You're Bored.

Wanna talk?

The AIMs:

serelinia

la celeste adore

The MSN:

luxii.e@hotmail.com

What I Do With My Life.

January 26th, 2008 - Started this shenanigans.
January 27th, 2008 - Lazed about grandma's house. Talked to a beloved Mexican friend. Added to Yada Yada.
January 28th, 2008 - Came home a day late. Had loads of endless fun.
January 30th, 2008 - Had a school band recital. Woop woop.
February 3rd, 2008 - Actually managed to find a song that hasn't been played endlessly to grace this profile with.
February 6th, 2008 - Gave up on the inevitable.
February 13th, 2008 - Diagnosed with a double ear and sinus infections.
February 14th, 2008 - Banned Valentine's Day.
February 16th, 2008 - Backtracked; started this "shoop-de-woop" up again. Contemplated the return of my happiness.