First of all, I am slightly concerned with my constant use of omg.
No, really. I say it all the time.
And I don't mean in emails and text messages. I mean in daily conversations. And I don't say Oh my god.
I say omg.
and really I don't even use the g to mean god.
it means gosh.
or goshima.
lol.
I like that word: goshima.
It just seems so funny to me.
My friends complain that I'm easily amused.
It's true.
I am.
I'm also a sucker for shiny things and touching movies.
Ever seen Armegedon? (gr!! I don't know how to spell it!)
Yeah. I've loved that movie for years.
Seen it like thirty times.
The only time I haven't cried when watching that movie was the last time I watched it (like two months ago)
And I still got all glossy eyed.
They showed the Outsiders movie in my class in 6th grade.
Yup. I cried.
But so did about six other girls in my class and one dude... I think he was a jock.
So I felt better!
Lol.
When Bridge to Tarabithia came to theatres... one of my BFs went to watch it with me.
I cried.
The part where he keeps asking if the girls parents where the girl was at was just too sad.
So basically I'm a wimp.
But that wasn't even what I was going to write here...
What was I going to write?
Sheesh.
Anyway, on a later note, my batteries for my cam are dead...
have been dead for the past five or six days... I switched them out to use in my mp3... man, that thing is a battery killer!
But I neede it!
I was walking around looking for my cousin for like 3 hours bevause my aunt was all freaked out about not knowing where he was.
Idiot.
I got home and he was sitting at the comp.
Brat.
So I smacked him over the head and went into the kitchen and had to sit down.
Walking all over down is so tiring.
I couldn't even say sitting up.
I was lying on the kitchen floor for like twenty minutes.
Yeah, walking so much is such a smart thing to do after that whole sick thing and my doctor telling me I have asthma (?!). I thought it was gone.
But sources have informed me that asthma doesn't go away (?!)
I blaime my mom.
she has asthma and she smokes!!!
Gr.
But at least she does make me sleep in the dog house like the neighbors do to their son...
lol. JK.
Or am I?
Anywho, jeez, I didn't mean to write a freakin novel!
I'll stop now!