tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45079572020058769532024-02-07T19:45:35.358-08:00VanessaVandalismVanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-42027632694522687922009-02-05T13:33:00.000-08:002009-02-05T13:41:01.849-08:00OH DDANG NEWW NOSEMy brother got a new nose! <div><div>OMGLOLWTFMICHAELJACKSON.</div><div>Srsly.</div><div>Now he wont look like Snape anymore! D:</div><div>I'll put a video of it on my mom's account.</div><br /><div>I was so tired today.</div><div>I shouldn't have drank rootbeer instead of orange soda.</div><div>On the bus in the morning, I ended up throwing up some of the rootbeer and swallowing it again. It was the tastiest puke I've ever swallowed.</div><br /><div>I was tired all day. Rootbeer wasn't sugary enough apparently.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJPjd_M7J_kbcVQp5QyZgOwcX_VY3jgyoMzO72KdJoFTleFvwZjPA4Y9KsFqpHf6wp5K4MCE2f2jZtkRlLMwbaZmJi2y21ZeOFlgbkE3gCiDcTtZAJTRXtrFD-KUQfN1gm1jC-3c6Lao/s1600-h/THAT+IS+NOT+NORMAL.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299430965733097442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJPjd_M7J_kbcVQp5QyZgOwcX_VY3jgyoMzO72KdJoFTleFvwZjPA4Y9KsFqpHf6wp5K4MCE2f2jZtkRlLMwbaZmJi2y21ZeOFlgbkE3gCiDcTtZAJTRXtrFD-KUQfN1gm1jC-3c6Lao/s400/THAT+IS+NOT+NORMAL.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lK8WEPHTiSa78uh9q-u-joxLRweg-0G98NLGwLf3Sn6v_iojlS6Q2o1zfrd-IwCtAyYeMP5s0HWLkbUjTMYyD7W7vdlHHAViOm0fMhSIDKCwpPcYwtY7LMWsCh9VKGCgU6ZXBHwsnHs/s1600-h/THAT+IS+NOT+NORMAL.png"></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>good times.</div></div>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-12035129584584832902009-01-25T08:09:00.000-08:002009-01-25T08:40:09.870-08:00We took picturesSome pictures were taken on Saturday because I went to Katies house. CLICK ON THE PICTURES TO SEE THEM LARGER.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheC4KQdrEemc37RUkXHTU_GKOfxYrQ6spoiDTSao7H0rc9B7KeJhhlFirAHQ0RDuWyNlNkL2PwXeTWYABh4C4YEE9iQX2GaSsEUd607W3g5e7kaDxqJNLBrLwT_vItJ3T8k5g5fDe3zLY/s1600-h/kewl1watermarked.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295264623726263490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheC4KQdrEemc37RUkXHTU_GKOfxYrQ6spoiDTSao7H0rc9B7KeJhhlFirAHQ0RDuWyNlNkL2PwXeTWYABh4C4YEE9iQX2GaSsEUd607W3g5e7kaDxqJNLBrLwT_vItJ3T8k5g5fDe3zLY/s200/kewl1watermarked.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT925AggKtSqmjrVbITHuP23MfBgeJImvuCwDYOk7F9FoqctvUwcRQG0_cyW6-ZzzP2xgY3NCSCScKJiTp5MNILwaRfRrXWjBwuJOI5-YuAVPV2n8VPU1GW2CU6QRCUBryCJvD6W4mdY/s1600-h/kewl2watermarked.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295264625791227138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT925AggKtSqmjrVbITHuP23MfBgeJImvuCwDYOk7F9FoqctvUwcRQG0_cyW6-ZzzP2xgY3NCSCScKJiTp5MNILwaRfRrXWjBwuJOI5-YuAVPV2n8VPU1GW2CU6QRCUBryCJvD6W4mdY/s200/kewl2watermarked.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwhP3BcOi5oPEh5_0dMNNrcb7pgIpBbF1_GlqrHCQSRcT9LHXDEV24Wh5WqmsrXVFW9uJZwsBocC1iEEfN1d0YOBtccC7ibDMwuMeU8Z6oWMa-xvLTYxrwkVnjD_19pesdqWE-8wMJgY/s1600-h/kewl3watermarked.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295264632947234434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwhP3BcOi5oPEh5_0dMNNrcb7pgIpBbF1_GlqrHCQSRcT9LHXDEV24Wh5WqmsrXVFW9uJZwsBocC1iEEfN1d0YOBtccC7ibDMwuMeU8Z6oWMa-xvLTYxrwkVnjD_19pesdqWE-8wMJgY/s200/kewl3watermarked.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I have some new pictures I finally took. I like them. I had to take the first 3 with my videocamera and turn the videos into pictures. I'd much rather have a digital camera but oh well. <div></div><div><br />And here's some pictures Katie took of me with her digital camera:</div><div>Fat demonic cookie eating bxtch plots her next evil plan. ↓<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mgFpXgSHDAJdr3xjo3li-m_OR6-56Nfa0-Gxs105zsU3FdCM5PnPrjGsF1tBhvDcVwmKcVtetKe3gj9L6J7pSyGLhyphenhyphenHePyA6jrx5j225_bdqHxOjhUdPV4Xkm4g2h4FunuRz9hDla_M/s1600-h/atkaties13goaway.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295265311056622850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mgFpXgSHDAJdr3xjo3li-m_OR6-56Nfa0-Gxs105zsU3FdCM5PnPrjGsF1tBhvDcVwmKcVtetKe3gj9L6J7pSyGLhyphenhyphenHePyA6jrx5j225_bdqHxOjhUdPV4Xkm4g2h4FunuRz9hDla_M/s200/atkaties13goaway.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGJjddKUgGtMSsSXbsB2G1_3YhIZs0E4voN9kXOkPAOArSrbohYhuZF15z_WUNgK8KjlL3uVm_LDNlGZPszbCRdZQw_nl5ihJskDLGCIlca_OTDayPQz43LnvZJPs2VJWNM7-aoyBdWc/s1600-h/atkaties2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295265306874258850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGJjddKUgGtMSsSXbsB2G1_3YhIZs0E4voN9kXOkPAOArSrbohYhuZF15z_WUNgK8KjlL3uVm_LDNlGZPszbCRdZQw_nl5ihJskDLGCIlca_OTDayPQz43LnvZJPs2VJWNM7-aoyBdWc/s200/atkaties2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLBmm74pB7KKGZZS23STC_ANqfBdyRyzU1EucSbYhe_u_FLEq9MixOJaMH7v1JIuZ6DLKbjdPFhEZHwmlfts8NDxQUyJ7R7qRbLS3yUaLRMyzqq4nKMETV51pszu0Wu8ihbiZeA8qJRs/s1600-h/atkaties6tutu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295265305885012034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLBmm74pB7KKGZZS23STC_ANqfBdyRyzU1EucSbYhe_u_FLEq9MixOJaMH7v1JIuZ6DLKbjdPFhEZHwmlfts8NDxQUyJ7R7qRbLS3yUaLRMyzqq4nKMETV51pszu0Wu8ihbiZeA8qJRs/s200/atkaties6tutu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaM2CKhmNSOdBS4O_FkoPmUlO_B9v_OxfdhFh54PyIpMUrgprAhXYPze_NXjOypuRRHC642Mu-EArHd4-eVJE01Hp5cqt4u-3KR2XrQwy5Q_S5SM2e7hmFIs7C0ybL3c13WfpmJ87iXLU/s1600-h/atkaties11shitroom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295265314107739778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaM2CKhmNSOdBS4O_FkoPmUlO_B9v_OxfdhFh54PyIpMUrgprAhXYPze_NXjOypuRRHC642Mu-EArHd4-eVJE01Hp5cqt4u-3KR2XrQwy5Q_S5SM2e7hmFIs7C0ybL3c13WfpmJ87iXLU/s200/atkaties11shitroom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br />And Katie took a picture of us: HARDCORE LINT ROLLER FTW.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErzK2SesG_0AZDdzE85k4jp9xUQ1NE9U47skoMXCBLdYlJznMQWjs1v0ZuWfY2xmpBVStd38-VYZoYNlIhHvE2IpDgyuxn7TdqN9GthI6Me4KgX_iIin6zZMhKEbUVIr08j_57UCSGog/s1600-h/atkaties5+lint.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295265957745939714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErzK2SesG_0AZDdzE85k4jp9xUQ1NE9U47skoMXCBLdYlJznMQWjs1v0ZuWfY2xmpBVStd38-VYZoYNlIhHvE2IpDgyuxn7TdqN9GthI6Me4KgX_iIin6zZMhKEbUVIr08j_57UCSGog/s200/atkaties5+lint.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErzK2SesG_0AZDdzE85k4jp9xUQ1NE9U47skoMXCBLdYlJznMQWjs1v0ZuWfY2xmpBVStd38-VYZoYNlIhHvE2IpDgyuxn7TdqN9GthI6Me4KgX_iIin6zZMhKEbUVIr08j_57UCSGog/s1600-h/atkaties5+lint.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br />And I took some pictures of Katie:</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxuDcr8rUSEWtk1CHMTUtaOaIUbicPoOonZxwRsoMeljlkYRTISMQ0vdKAH3gL97Zs2N0rb_-R0GMDzPmZ6_Df_EUL2e6bAVUL_aCP22SCW_IxJDzivA_KbAK76GhB8aD-zIrSPyfm2E/s1600-h/photography1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295266687935979010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTxuDcr8rUSEWtk1CHMTUtaOaIUbicPoOonZxwRsoMeljlkYRTISMQ0vdKAH3gL97Zs2N0rb_-R0GMDzPmZ6_Df_EUL2e6bAVUL_aCP22SCW_IxJDzivA_KbAK76GhB8aD-zIrSPyfm2E/s200/photography1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQKAxajScdy8jAenpsS7YgjudYUJJ3ZttVkxPoXkQ9M9azwgdMquR2OKIN30CN9ofLgL60uNm9_ErLsILAm_kwY_a6N1FZ90fSffxnfcO__NW-jkWwzAacH1gxfTk6PCj0XQ-1j4nyQo/s1600-h/photography+9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295266697869156898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQKAxajScdy8jAenpsS7YgjudYUJJ3ZttVkxPoXkQ9M9azwgdMquR2OKIN30CN9ofLgL60uNm9_ErLsILAm_kwY_a6N1FZ90fSffxnfcO__NW-jkWwzAacH1gxfTk6PCj0XQ-1j4nyQo/s200/photography+9.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwcCTkP8axRQblV7gpAeKWuP57V7qleE0EGPB1-YXnslqg5MZYDeo9X2Z6Bfw0np1JFtPOMjDV2p6OCiWWYYjs4GMPkgE9w_eqPUlnU0ekvUi2ltqzTR0VIjSCoTnssNY_7341ELntPV8/s1600-h/photography7box.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295266692911452242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwcCTkP8axRQblV7gpAeKWuP57V7qleE0EGPB1-YXnslqg5MZYDeo9X2Z6Bfw0np1JFtPOMjDV2p6OCiWWYYjs4GMPkgE9w_eqPUlnU0ekvUi2ltqzTR0VIjSCoTnssNY_7341ELntPV8/s200/photography7box.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkKU6SbUOZA0AiNqdp-KgRj6v6qcS9gBBrNj1XidiqjYfBIBcm2jY_6SXUg42ndEIqrVufjZ4leB088Z0WZrDTGksvfxsXRUpESHqHktqDP66Kroum15aST5sj8Kc4D9KDn0Jx6mCEfo/s1600-h/photography6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295266695015597330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkKU6SbUOZA0AiNqdp-KgRj6v6qcS9gBBrNj1XidiqjYfBIBcm2jY_6SXUg42ndEIqrVufjZ4leB088Z0WZrDTGksvfxsXRUpESHqHktqDP66Kroum15aST5sj8Kc4D9KDn0Jx6mCEfo/s200/photography6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />They look like ultrasounds wtf.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>In other news, I WILL be making more youtube videos for anyone who's asking. If you think about it, its kinda hard to make videos on weekends because weekends are so short. And I can't make them on weekdays because there is school on weekdays. So I will figure this out.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I have a below average in PE/HEALTH. It's because I wont participate. But I have a good reason. "We don't have to learn to run at school. Running is a natural instinct. We need to learn <em>why</em> we have to run."</div><div></div><div></div><div>I hate the competitive bitches in my gym class. When we were playing hockey, my team was barely even trying because it was boring and retarded and we don't like participating, and the other team was like "OHH YEAHHH WOOOO!" whenever they scored a goal. They were so excited about beating someone who wasn't even trying, ha.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I leave you with a question:</div><div>DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE I CAN GET A PLAIN BLACK TOTE BAG IN REAL LIFE (NOT ON THE INTERNET)?</div><div>Thankss.</div><div></div><div>I have better and more exciting posts coming soon.</div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-53231840535613535842009-01-22T13:33:00.000-08:002009-01-23T15:08:03.251-08:00Gum PelletsWhat an amazing day this was.<br />Well first of all, whoever spit out their gum out when walking to 7th hour for me to place my foot upon, <span style="color:#33ffff;">I WILL FXCKING SHANK YOU</span>. I had SO much fun cleaning that gum off of my boot. I probably have <span style="color:#ff0000;">herpes or mono or something</span> now, thank you.<br />(part edited out). For me, that means no more buying unnecessary things, no more goldfish crackers and what will happen when I run out of eyeliner? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Eyeliner</span> is MANDITORY. It is<span style="color:#ff6666;"> VITAL.</span> I will be stealing <span style="color:#ff0000;">s</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">h</span><span style="color:#ffcc66;">a</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">r</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">p</span><span style="color:#66cccc;">i</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">e</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">s </span>from school. Yeah, I'm that cool.<br /><br />On a brighter note, the high school bus didn't pass when I was walking down the hill today. I only looked half as stupid as I normally do today. People complimented my hair because I changed it once again. I take insults better than compliments. A kid I send messages to on myspace because I'm just <em>that</em> <span style="color:#33ffff;">cool</span> said she liked my hair today :'D<br />I was like "Thannnnnks o.o? :D!"<br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">AND OMG</span> HOW COULD I FORGET? </span>A fxcking bitch I HATE started crying on the bus today! At first Courtney and I thought she was fake crying, but then she actually started sobbing and screaming "HE SAID IT IN THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE" (or something like that) And I <span style="color:#ffff33;">smiled </span>at Courtney. She <span style="color:#ffff33;">smiled</span> back and almost started laughing. I was so extremely happy. When I got off the bus I was jumping around and I was <span style="color:#ff6666;">FULL OF GLEE</span>. I hope that betch choked on her tears. I hold <span style="color:#ff0000;">grudges.</span><br /><br />Oh today was fxcking great.<br />Goodbye.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-9477548428855164552009-01-21T13:11:00.000-08:002009-01-22T13:33:20.738-08:00Fxcking High School Bus /:When I was walking down the hill to my house from the bus stop today, I tripped over something and went kinda rolling down the hill.<br />RIGHT WHEN THE HIGH SCHOOL BUS DROVE BY.<br />The highschoolers have a history of making fun of me.<br />I would walk down the hill and they would scream "HANNA MONTANA!" out of the window because of my wig.<br />The next day I totally owned them by showing off my mohawk :D<br />I wonder what name they'll make for me now?<br />Hmm.<br />But anyways, when I fell, I didn't get hurt. I just rolled around awkwardly. Courtney was there and then we ran down the hill laughing we were like 'LOLOLOLOL" and I was like "I BET MY MOUTH WAS OPEN AND I LOOKED LIKE MY MOM LAWL!" and we were still like "LOLOLOL" and then Courtney said I stood up and fell down again laughing and I said "LOLOLOLOL"<br />wow.<br />It was hilarious.<br />I'll edit this post more later.<br />Kbai.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-29199917100264518112009-01-18T20:16:00.000-08:002009-01-18T20:34:29.196-08:00BreadIt's Sundayyy.<br />Thanks to our good friend Martin Luther King Jr., we have no school tomorrow.<br />I really don't like school because of all the gross little copiers. A few days after I got my boots, I saw little freaks wearing boots and trying to copy me. They obviously couldn't find the type of boots I have, so they resorted to WEARING THEIR MOTHER'S PROSTITUTE BOOTS.<br />It's pretty disgusting because a bunch of little "poseurs" started wearing long black coats and black scarves to try to be "more hardcore" than me. PSHH, stupid people and their stereotypes.<br />Today I read a lot of my Harry Potter book and a terrible thought occured to me. WTF AM I GOING TO READ WHEN IM DONE WITH THE HARRY POTTER BOOK!?!?!?<br /><br />Well anyways I'm at the part in the 5th book where Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville are in the whatever its called in the circular room and the Death Eaters are trying to KEEL THEM. I was pretty pissed off when one of the Death Eaters said <em>"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo"</em><br />JEEZZ I WANT TO PUNCH THAT BITCH. But I now realize why Dumbledore wanted Harry to take Occlumency. Those dreams he had were LIIIESSS.<br />And I don't get the whole "prophecy" thing... Why do people want it so badlyyy? And can't Harry just drop it and break it so that no one can "have it" or will something bad happen if he does wtf?<br />ANYWAYS. That was interesting.<br />Who cares? <a href="http://iwaslike.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/people_dumbledore_imgay.jpg">This picture made me laugh.</a><br />Plus, Umbridge needs to go kill herself.<br />And I don't get why people say <a href="http://www.argumentzombies.com/images/BushVoldemort.jpg">Voldemort</a> looks so scary. (hint hint, click on the word Voldemort)<br /><br />Done with Harry Potter rambling.<br /><br />MY CAT IS CUTE.<br />I like my cat.<br /><br />I want to eat something yummyful.<br />Wtf this post is completely pointless.<br />OH WELL HOW FUN HAPPY HAPPY KTHNXBAII.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-7384542520642773572009-01-12T15:28:00.000-08:002009-01-12T15:37:54.786-08:00THIS IS MY PLACE.Okay.<br />This is my place to vent.<br />And for anyone who's really bored to read what I vent.<br />NOTTTT another place for drama and criticism and people who can't get their fucking facts straight.<br />Thankyou.<br /><br />And other stuff....<br />Lots of stuff I got from ebay came in the mail today.<br />I'm buying eyeliner.<br />I got backstabbed.<br />I'm getting used to my boots.<br />I am going to kick the backstabber with my boots.<br />The vaccuum cleaner is broken.<br />I have math homework.<br />I do not enjoy drawing polygons.<br /><br />Goodbye.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-31201691043859239712009-01-08T13:36:00.001-08:002009-01-12T15:22:26.076-08:00Boots Came :)Yep, I got home from school today and my mom told me the boots came.<br />All I have to say is <span style="color:#33ffff;">"liek woahz".</span><br />In real life, they look WAY better than <a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/210ags1.png">the picture.</a><br />They come up to about 3 inches under my knees. I thought they would be WAY shorter than that.<br />And I didn't know this by reading the product description, but they have <span style="color:#ff6666;">3</span><span style="color:#ff6666;"> inch platforms.</span> <span style="color:#33ffff;">Great.</span> How am I going to explain this to my dad?<br />Anyways, I'm practicing walking in them and I told my mom that once I get used to them I will wear them at school.<br />It's probably gonna be hard to <span style="color:#ff6666;">walk in them in the halls. </span>I'll have to walk fast and avoid colliding with anyone and avoid falling. And avoid other people's laughter. But it's just like my pants. I started wearing weird pants and at first people laughed at them, but now they're copying my pants. Even the gross preppies are wearing them. I seem to have started a weird skinnyjeans wearing trend at my school. <span style="color:#33ffff;">Bitches.</span><br />Back to the boots.<br />They make <span style="color:#ff6666;">loud noises</span> on the floor.<br />And they're a little akward on hard floors.<br />They're VERY easy to walk in on carpet.<br />And they make me probably as tall as Katie. Yes, Katie. The girl that threw skittles all over my room.<br />Well anyways, this is going to be interesting.<br />I look like a prostitute.<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">BUT IM THE PIMP.<br /></span>And also my <span style="color:#666666;">black</span> and <span style="color:#cc66cc;">purple</span> thigh high socks came today. How fun.<br />I LOVE YOU, EBAY!<br />I can't wait for the <span style="color:#ff6666;">tutus.</span> Lolwut.<br />Goodbye.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I talk to ebay, wtf. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br />.:EDIT:.<br />LOL FUCKING WHAT! I KNOWWW I DIDN'T START THE SKINNY JEANS WEARING TREND WORLDWIDE! I SAID I STARTED IT <span style="color:#33ffff;">AT MY SCHOOL.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Retard.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">No one at my school wore colorful skinny jeans 'til I did. Duh Duh Durrr.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">READ MY THINGS CLOSER.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Seriously.</span>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-13608916911108097962009-01-06T05:09:00.000-08:002009-01-06T05:34:39.460-08:00Ice Pellets && Boots.WELL, ITS ABOUT TIME. There's no school today. AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN SAY ICE PELLETS WTF!<br />Yesterday I went to the mall with my dad to try to find <span style="color:#33ffff;">BOOTS.</span> Yes, boots. My stupid DC shoes or whatever they're called are getting too small for my feet and I'm excited because I've been wearing those shoes for about 2 years and I am SICK OF THEM. Well anyways, my dad and I searched MANY MANY STORES for the kind of boots I want:<br /><a href="http://www.katesclothing.co.uk/v/vspfiles/photos/DSWING15-2T.jpg">click to see.</a><br /><a href="http://cache.wists.com/thumbnails/c/d0/cd00672215b5fcf25766b5b3c0c6dc25-med">click to see more.</a><br /><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/413PdiWLy8L._AA280_.jpg">click to see more.</a><br />And any online store I found those boots on didn't have my size. Even the ones in the last picture would have been acceptional. You'll understand why in the next picture I put a link to.<br />But, they had none of those. So we went to Famous Footwear to measure my feet, and the person said that I wear a size 4 1/2 in kids and 5 1/2 in womens. <span style="color:#ff6666;">AND ALL THIS TIME I WAS CRAMPED IN FREAKING 3'S. </span>What's the difference between kids and womens? And how can I fit in 2 sizes wtf? I know fersure I don't wear 5 1/2 in womens because I tried my mom's 5 boots and they were a little big.<br />After that my dad made me buy a stupid zebra jacket and black and white striped knee high socks.<br />When we got home I ended up buying these mofos online:<br /><a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/2d6k583.png">click to see.</a><br />They look so poseur. But they were the only ones of that brand they had under size 6.<br />I hate my feet. <span style="color:#33ffff;">CURSE YOU TINY FXCKERS!</span><br />If there was any platforms that were size 5 though, my dad probably wouldn't let me get them. He doesn't want me to "fall and die". HA.<br />Well.<br />I bought socks and tutus on ebay a few days ago when I was on a rampage of buying unescessary things. 4 tutus, 2 pairs of socks.<br />I have a good excuse when the tutus arrive. <span style="color:#ff6666;">"But mommy, I thought you wanted me to be a girl."</span><br />YESS. Perfect.<br />I will be wearing the tutus over skinny jeans.<br />AND 2 PAIRS OF SOCKS. I will wear those as socks.<br /><br />I have to make an avatar picture for Laughx3 on IMVU because she wont leave me alone about it.<br />Goodbye.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-77812690176715539422008-12-31T22:34:00.000-08:002009-01-01T01:22:51.009-08:00Crappy New Year x[This post was deleted because it was too long and it was unescessary.<br />I've been making retarded posts lately, like ones about my feelings...<br />I blame PMS. My PMS is so bad I could be the next Adolf Hitler.<br />If you want to read this full post, send me a message about it somewhere.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-83412074680237240962008-12-31T00:54:00.001-08:002008-12-31T01:27:13.877-08:00New Years & PhilosophersWtf. I just realized this.<br />I can use new years resolution as an excuse for changing things I do.<br />Uh so.<br />Here's some things I wanna accomplish in 2009 O.o<br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="color:#666666;">- Get real hair, betch.<br />- Loose my babyfat (lolwut, why do I still have that?)<br />- Get the piercings I want.<br />- Get boots I want.<br />- Become kewl :O<br />- Eat sherbet/sorbet.<br />- Stop getting pissed off easily.<br />- Stop being angry at everyone.<br />- Beat up some people that I hate.<br />- Be ironic.<br />- Go to sleep earlier.<br />- Make videos that I want to make.<br />- Stop hating youtube.<br />- Stop eating so much chocolate.<br />- Eat apple pie.<br />- Get rid of hamster and mouse.</span><br /></span><br />This is not working. Those are not resolutions /:<br />I feel like it has to be one thing, and it has to be a feeling, not a thing.<br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Stop laughing, you philosopher.<br /></span>Hmm I don't get why in the UK its called "Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone" and in the US its called "Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone"<br />Wtf. Why did they have to change it to "sorcerer" just for the foolish American childs.<br />How can philosopher's affect religion? Or be offensive?<br />Wtf.<br />Why am I asking that.<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Who cares?</span><br />Moving on.<br />Today I made a kewl outfit on imvu.<br /><a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/25fhrew.jpg">Click to see it.</a><br />Yes, I do waste my time making things like that.<br />Does it look red and black or pink and black on your screen?<br />Do you like <a href="http://i26.tinypic.com/2q02042.jpg">candy corn?</a><br />I do.<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">It's the last day of 2008 ;-;</span><br /><br />I am going to read the 5th Harry Potter book and have no idea what is going on because I've only read the 1st book and the 5th book.<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">G</span><span style="color:#99ff33;">o</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">o</span><span style="color:#99ff33;">d</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">b</span><span style="color:#99ff33;">y</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">e</span><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">,</span> philosopher.</span>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-47687508235759531122008-12-29T03:42:00.000-08:002008-12-29T04:14:28.396-08:00I like morningsThree posts in one day?! wtf. It just goes to show you how lame I am. It's only about 5 hours into the day and I already have 3 posts... Why am I still awake?<br />Why is this day so special? December 29th. Oh how amazing.<br /><br />Anyways, my mom told me to pretend to be asleep until my dad went off to work, and I totally failed at that...<br />I got all sweaty laying there in my jacket under my covers, so I got up and told my dad that the coffee grinder woke me up. Lame, huh?<br />Seriously, that "Huh, you woke me up." thing is overused by little children and also by me. <span style="color:#ff6666;">I'm a REALLY REALLY little child compared to my mom, no insult intended *cough* sure *cough*<br /></span>I'm freaking nocturnal.<br />Only on breaks though. I can't do that when I have school.<br />I'm not sure why I'm nocturnal if I hate night so much.<br /><br /><span style="color:#00ff00;"><em>"Yeah, you can do it, but it would be soooo lame</em>." - Mr. Fee (aka science teacher)</span><br />I'm not sure what that has to do with this post. It's irrelevant (oooh big word :B)<br />The word "lame" is amazing because it explains me so well.<br /><br />So I'm just sitting here typing and having nothing better to do. Too bad I'm so nocturnal and none of my friends are /:<br />My mom and I are nocturnal. (night owls)<br />And my dad's an early bird. (birds that are early)<br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">AW, A BIRD FAMILY!<br /></span>Not a good combination.<br />My mom and I are still awake when my dad wakes up and he goes<br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">"LYKE WTF D00DZ WHY U STILL UP D00DZ? D00DZ."</span><br />I want an owl.<br />They are so <span style="color:#ff6666;">cute.</span><br />I would be too lazy to take care of it though.<br />It's better off living somewhere else if you don't care for it.<br />Just like my hamster.<br /><br />Let's get back on topic with this boring post.<br />its now 5:53 AM.<br />I've been writing in this same exact post for quite a while.<br />Most of the time I was sitting here wondering what to write about.<br /><span style="color:#00ff00;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I love when the sky starts to become light in the early morning :B</span><br /></span>Because then I can go into the kitchen without being scared of aliens watching me through the GIGANTIC windows.<br />And I can get myself some soda without feeling like I am being watched.<br />And being awake when the sky is turning lighter makes me feel like an early bird, which I am totally not, but it's a good feeling.<br />I feel dangerous walking in the kitchen when the sky is turning lighter :B<br /><br />And a few hours after that, are the hours of 6 and 7 AM. Those are also pretty hours. The light is coming through the windows so nicely at that time.<br /><span style="color:#00ff00;">That reminds me about one time I was sleeping over at my friend's house on a school night and I threw up in the morning and my friend's mom took me home and I felt so special going back to bed and getting to lay there all day.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">The clock in the living room is dinging! Its 6 now.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Probably no one is reading this because it's so long.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Back on topic,<br />The hours of 6 and 7 AM are amazing. And after I'm done admiring their amazingness, it's time to go to sleep.<br />So I go to sleep.<br />And I sleep. </span><br /><br />Those were rather delicious color choices.<br /><br />Goodbye.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-18945774431976066472008-12-29T01:25:00.000-08:002008-12-29T01:45:23.074-08:00Sherbet Sorbet4:24 AM; vanessa and joanna sit there talking about sorbet.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFc_6f2a4Zowv-6Fqn0sYmI8efqZKIgJmkkULe79fyo_Pg9ReMGMCiQzZduMSCGM4YAXkfqP7Pm2QLcq_uJJjLdogRDoVJcz9GBGompsKgiyPPU5iATljpjCF5dhvIWHvWPQ1WBEJiAaE/s1600-h/sherbet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285143406823401570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFc_6f2a4Zowv-6Fqn0sYmI8efqZKIgJmkkULe79fyo_Pg9ReMGMCiQzZduMSCGM4YAXkfqP7Pm2QLcq_uJJjLdogRDoVJcz9GBGompsKgiyPPU5iATljpjCF5dhvIWHvWPQ1WBEJiAaE/s200/sherbet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEu9uuP-SzmwRqSaobQZJMTERo51TJIwFReotckMlOUzDbzaZlfl64IE8sDK_-uUMg_0XbbNff_LU_-kStafIzRX7DXforkQ4FjDl0Kz8wO7NY48SHapIMti51XFiIsHBKGcwKKYcL0A8/s1600-h/Desserts4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285143408831074306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEu9uuP-SzmwRqSaobQZJMTERo51TJIwFReotckMlOUzDbzaZlfl64IE8sDK_-uUMg_0XbbNff_LU_-kStafIzRX7DXforkQ4FjDl0Kz8wO7NY48SHapIMti51XFiIsHBKGcwKKYcL0A8/s200/Desserts4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5V8CTbgSRi6sLT6L36YoDDTqy7Os954-8rdcwhZGiRpc5y0wOfcdnuZ-xZw6iHU5BTPapDky7Uatu07cFOF-HvimY7Ti6LZrbQ5CSNxrB-Zc1Za2F83esJBX8mEcQuGRHMPm22HjeGgo/s1600-h/sherbett.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285143402321459634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5V8CTbgSRi6sLT6L36YoDDTqy7Os954-8rdcwhZGiRpc5y0wOfcdnuZ-xZw6iHU5BTPapDky7Uatu07cFOF-HvimY7Ti6LZrbQ5CSNxrB-Zc1Za2F83esJBX8mEcQuGRHMPm22HjeGgo/s200/sherbett.bmp" border="0" /></a> Possibly the best food ever. It's like fruit flavored ice cream. All sweet and sour. Wonderful taste of skittles perhaps? Wonderful taste of JONES soda? No. It's better than that. Be tempted. You know you want the Sherbet/Sorbet. You do.</div><div>Click the pictures to view them larger and want Sherbet/Sorbet even more. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>4:44 AM; vanessa and joanna are still talking about sorbet.</div></div>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-66155986308137766822008-12-27T01:30:00.001-08:002008-12-28T23:46:09.058-08:00How I feel about YoutubeTHIS IS SOMETHING I WROTE ON MY YOUTUBE PROFILE:<br /><em></em><br /><em>"believe me, i wish i could still be as free spirited as i was before. i wish it could still be like the good old days when i was a little punk on my old youtube account. this isnt because of haters or anything, i have just changed. like when you were a little kid and you heard a song on the radio and you had no idea what it was called and you'd get all excited when it came on, and then years later you find the name of the song and you just dont like the song that much because now you know the name. that's how i feel about youtube. it's not cool anymore. just not my thing. it's only my fault i feel that way. but i shall continue to make videos. i'm not good at video ideas at all anymore, so if you could send me some it would be nice. yeah, keep thinking i'm a dramatic little bitch. i know you all do anyways. well i had to do it i guess /: I had to be dramatic. i cant think of video ideas anymore so i just found things to make videos about and ruin many peoples lives /: sorry y'all. sorry to all the fakes i destroyed. sorry to all of you people that i lost my temper with. you'll probably hate me forever no matter what i say or do, but atleast you're reading this. thanks for reading. i'm trying to find who i really am. trying to be my old self i lost somewhere in all this shet. shet happens, people change (i cant remember the rest of that one) well im' glad i let all that out. keep thinking your shet.I know this sounds lame, but now i've realized that i care what people think and i should stop caring. it still doesnt explain all that i feel though. ever since the terrible youtube drama happened, i've been trying to let people know why the drama is going on but i failed. i still feel like i MUST make videos though. i wish i could be more open like tuesdaypatrol or someone like that. i used to be liek taht. that's long gone now. i guess i ruined it for myself."</em><br /><em></em><br />And I also told pedophile stalkers not to laugh.<br />I'm gonna get alot of hate now for writing that giant paragraph on my youtube.<br /><br /><br />Edit, December 29, 1:21 AM:<br /><br /><span style="color:#66ff33;">OHH I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">van⋅dal⋅ism <br /><br />1.<br />deliberately mischievous or malicious destruction or damage of property. </span><br /><br />I'm meant to do these evil things >:D (good excuse)<br />But Vandalism is a very fitting name.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-55262010698208491022008-12-25T09:50:00.000-08:002008-12-25T10:27:01.445-08:00I hate xmas /:Okay, it's SOO <span style="color:#ff6666;">commercialized.</span> Poor "Jesus" (if you believe in him) must be like <span style="color:#33ffff;">"HOLY SHIT NO WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT ?!"</span> about this "christmas present santa trees" crap. What ever happened to him? Okay I don't get whats so "Jesus"-christmas-birthdayish about buying presents for people you probably even hate (aka some family members) and wasting your money and stuff like that /: Why does it have to be so commercialized? <span style="color:#009900;">"L<span style="color:#ff0000;">O</span>W<span style="color:#ff0000;">E</span>S</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">T</span> <span style="color:#009900;">P<span style="color:#ff0000;">R</span>I<span style="color:#ff0000;">C</span>E<span style="color:#ff0000;">S</span> O<span style="color:#ff0000;">F</span> T<span style="color:#ff0000;">H</span>E <span style="color:#ff0000;">H</span>O<span style="color:#ff0000;">L</span>I<span style="color:#ff0000;">D</span>A<span style="color:#ff0000;">Y</span> S<span style="color:#ff0000;">E</span>A<span style="color:#ff0000;">S</span>O<span style="color:#ff0000;">N</span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">" </span><span style="color:#000000;">wtf? Like seriously? Why do we need that? </span><br />And what's even worse is the <span style="color:#33ffff;">STUPID MORONIC RETARDED LITTLE CHILDREN</span>. They freaking come to your house and say "Look what I got from Santa!!" <em>I think in my mind "<span style="color:#33ffff;">You fxcking retard, its SATAN and you're too young to be a devil worshipper and you'd be a newb at it.</span>" </em>But I say "Oh cool!" and fake a smile and they just stare at me. And then they ask me what I got and I go... "Santa's not real you stupid little child." and then they say "PSHYEAHHH HE ISSSS >:)" With a fxcking bratty little smile that pisses me off. And then after that stupid bratty shxt they go fake crying to their parents. They're fxcking smartass retards. That is what "christmas" does to children.<br /><br />And its even worse for my mom because the little kids that are coming over (aka my retarded neice and nephew) are expecting fxcking piles of presents <span style="color:#33ffff;">(which is a ghey and childish thing to expect)</span> and when they don't see it they'll ask my mom "Where's our presents wawa?" and then she'll like give 'em 10 dollars or something. And then they'll think in their tiny little screwed up minds that my mom doesn't love them (I wouldn't!) and that their other grandparents do just because they wasted money buying dumb little toy monster trucks that the kids already have.<br /><br />Kids believe this christmas shxt because they're always <span style="color:#33ffff;">PLAYING PRETEND</span> in their minds. <span style="color:#33ffff;">EVERY SECOND </span>of their life is pretend until they hit 8 years old. They sit there eating their food and pretend that they're little men. They take some rocks and give them as presents to people on random days. They play with (and destroy) everything they see. They pretend they're adults and fxck their little sisters. (WHAT) They freak you out by saying "I'm going to school mommy!" when you're just sitting there and you're not their mom and there isn't a school in your house. If they still play pretend and still believe in Santa *cough* SATAN *cough* then they are soo not ready for the real world. I don't remember ever believing in him because I wasn't "open minded" <span style="color:#33ffff;">(as parents use for an excuse for their children being retarded)<br /></span><br />If I ever have kids, I am not teaching them about santa <span style="color:#33ffff;">(SATAN)</span> or letting them watch those stupid brainwashing xmas movies that always say "its not about the presents" when to those kids it'll always be about presents until they get a logical brain.<br />So yeah, <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">C<span style="color:#ff0000;">H</span>R<span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span>S<span style="color:#ff0000;">T</span>M<span style="color:#ff0000;">A</span>S <span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span>S <span style="color:#ff0000;">F</span>X<span style="color:#ff0000;">C</span>K<span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span>N<span style="color:#ff0000;">G</span> C<span style="color:#ff0000;">O</span>M<span style="color:#ff0000;">M</span>E<span style="color:#ff0000;">R</span>C<span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span>A<span style="color:#ff0000;">L</span>I<span style="color:#ff0000;">Z</span>E<span style="color:#ff0000;">D</span> A<span style="color:#ff0000;">N</span>D <span style="color:#ff0000;">C</span>O<span style="color:#ff0000;">R</span>N<span style="color:#ff0000;">Y</span> A<span style="color:#ff0000;">N</span>D <span style="color:#ff0000;">M</span>O<span style="color:#ff0000;">N</span>E<span style="color:#ff0000;">Y</span> W<span style="color:#ff0000;">A</span>S<span style="color:#ff0000;">T</span>I<span style="color:#ff0000;">N</span>G <span style="color:#ff0000;">W</span>H<span style="color:#ff0000;">E</span>N <span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span>T <span style="color:#ff0000;">S</span>H<span style="color:#ff0000;">O</span>U<span style="color:#ff0000;">L</span>D<span style="color:#ff0000;">N</span>'T <span style="color:#ff0000;">B</span>E</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">!</span></span><br /></span>So uh yeah, happy birthday "Jesus"...<br /><br /><br />lulz my brother (28 years old) is jumping around screaming "I AM ZEE CHRISTMAS MANN!" in a monotonous voice and being sarcastic about stupid christmas. He did that last week too.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-84679560666817609172008-12-23T21:29:00.000-08:002008-12-23T21:33:59.205-08:00ITS BACK FROM THE DEAD, WHAT!?THATS RIGHT.<br />IGNORE MY PREVIOUS POST :O<br />Or read it if you'd like.<br />Thanks to <a href="http://youtube.com/Josephskewl">Josephskewl</a> on YouTube, my laptop works again!<br />It's in bad condition though, but it always has been.<br />Ever since my experience with Firefox, my laptop has been rather ghey and freezy, so I always use it in "Safe Mode With Networking"<br />Nothing can ever make my laptop work in Regular Mode. Regular mode is long gone.<br />BUT HAY! ATLEAST IT WORKS LIKE IT NORMALLY DOES AGAIN! <br />I am so happy.<br />Once again, thank you <a href="http://youtube.com/josephskewl">Josephskewl</a>, you are a computerlifesaver. It has returned from the dead.<br />Thankyou :D<br /><br />goodbye.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-34398423043839875322008-12-23T13:10:00.000-08:002008-12-23T21:36:37.593-08:00it DIED in my lap<p>Oh yes. It says why this blog post is in a video in the video.My mom's computer is very hard to type on. You will know why I have to use my mom's computer when you watch the video.<br />Well, watch the video below to hear about something that DIED in my lap.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESfvS6DnFvg">CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE VIDEO.</a></p><p>And I need <a href="http://kelsm.com/Characters/Images/AvaCadavraConcept.jpg">Ava Cadavra's outfit</a> on The Sims 2 Ds because it's wayy cooler than the lame outfits they give you on that game.<a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/24m9thi.jpg">The keyboard picture I made when I was bored.</a></p>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-83803898207471159682008-12-18T16:12:00.000-08:002008-12-28T23:33:52.500-08:00Ice Pellets/: Yep, that's right. I went to school today. There was no "ice pellets" like it said on the forecast... Bastards.<br />Tomorrow is Friday! And after Friday we have a break until like January 5th!<br />And tomorrow is a half day.<br />Today I saw an emo kid crying. lulz lulz. I knew 100% that it was crying so I LOL'd. I kinda felt sorry for the emo kid though /:<br />One time I heard my brother (who is like 27) crying and it made me so sad because I never saw him cry before /:<br /><br />I always get nominated or something for really ghey things I don't want to do. Like, I got an invitation to a precollege thing called Joseph Baldwin Academy for summer, but I didn't fill out the thing to go. A few years ago I got a thing that says I can go to C.A.T.S, and I was like "OH HELL NAW!"<br />And today I got "nominated" to go to a ghey summer camp thing. There was like 50 kids "nominated". I said no right away. Courtney, Katie, and Haley were sitting behind me. They all got nominated too. Hah. What a coincidence. The educational unit (english teacher) said that we got nominated because the teachers on our team thought we had "Leadership" LOLWUT? MEE? LEADERSHIP? LULZ LULZ LULZ. What a joke.<br /><br />Well anyways, my ghey friends are all gonna do it. Katie said "oh you're gonna be so bored blablba hahahaaa its gonna be fun at the camp thing lulz lulz"<br />Like how the fawkk can I be bored? I HAVE PLANS, HELLO? Camp is ghey and I don't want to be away from my friends. Not my "friends", but my friends.<br />And anyways, I hate "outdoor activities" with other people. They are akward. Infact I hate doing anything with other people that I am forced to do. I only like to do things that I wanna do. Like rape Kayeleigh.<br /><br />Now let's end this boring blog post!VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-79587060053230809512008-12-15T16:07:00.000-08:002008-12-15T16:52:37.391-08:00Life is short.I UNDERSTAND OLD PEOPLE.<br />Now I am going to ramble on about some boring crap that you've heard a zillion times, or you haven't realized it yet.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">LIFE IS SHORT.<br /></span>Yes, I sound like your grandma.<br />Every day is normal and long while I'm living it, and then the next day I forget what happened the day before, and the day before seems like nothing, even though I know I had a less-than-boring time living it. And before I know it, a week has passed.<br />I have so many things I look forward to doing on the weekend, that I never do.<br />Like: "Oh, it's Friday, YES. On the weekend I'm gonna put a new fringe on my wig, etc. etc." It never happened. I've been wanting to put a new fringe thingie on my wig since I got it.<br />It still has the stupid pink fringe I made on it.<br /><br />And there's other things I don't do, of course. I always put everything off to the weekend, and then I don't do it. "Oh, I have school in 2 days. I can't do it now"<br />I blame my laziness for my complaining.<br />I need to be more carefree.<br />"Oh, I still have plenty of time... Oops... 5 months have passed!"<br />It makes it seem like every day is the same, but it's totally not. Sometimes it is,<br />but how should I know? I don't remember the details.<br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">My Regular Daily Life:</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Wake up</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Be pissed off</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Get ready for school and feel pissed off</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Go to the bus stop</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Get on the bus</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Sit on the bus</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Talk to Courtney & others while sitting on the bus.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Get off the bus.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Go into the building.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Sit in the gym.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">1st hour.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">2nd hour.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">3rd hour.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">4th hour.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">5th hour ---> Lunch ---> The rest of 5th hour.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">6th hour.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">7th hour.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Walk to the buses.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Get on my bus.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Sit on my bus.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Talk to Courtney & others while sitting on the bus.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Go home.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Get off the bus.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Sit in my room.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Internet.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Homework.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Get ready for school the next day.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Be pissed off.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Go to sleep.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">& repeat.</span><br /><br />My life seems boring, doesn't it?<br />Well it's not.<br />I just forget the details and things that happened because I don't feel like the things that happened are important anymore.<br />I've been in school for 5 months already this year.<br />1st semester is almost over.<br />Only one more semester to go.<br />To some people, a semester is a long time.<br />To me, it'll seem like it's a month long.<br />And now you know why I have a blog.<br />To write down things before I forget.<br />I want to write in it every day, to have my details.<br />But it'll bore you to death.<br />And then you will die.<br />I could just write in notepad and save it every day,<br />but what's the point? I'm too lazy to do that and it'll take up more storage space on my computer and it'll just make things worse, and waste my time.<br />I want to write in it every day, to have my details.<br />But my purpose is to entertain you, isn't it?<br />Oh shit.<br />See what I've gotten myself into?<br />Try remembering what all happened last year... Exactly... you can't. I think everyone feels this way sometimes. They just don't give a damn. They don't waste their time thinking retardedly about it and then writing a blog post so they don't forget what they thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">THE MESSAGE:<br />LIFE IS SHORT, BE A BITCH WHILE YOU CAN.</span><span style="font-size:180;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180;"></span><span style="font-size:180;"></span>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-76345912576181795462008-12-15T03:10:00.000-08:002008-12-15T03:59:27.304-08:00SNOW DAY, thoughts about scenies, and myspace stuffYESSS! I love snowdays :]!<br /><br />Haha I don't have enough iron these days because I'm a lazyarse about food so I'm yawning all day which is sooo uncool because I don't talk to anyone because of my tiredness.<br /><br />Blerrg. I just drank two giant glasses of milk even though I'm not supposed to have milk because it's bad for hair.<br /><br />ANYWAYS. Last night I ate freaking Dairy Queen. <span style="color:#ffff00;">(Bad Vanessa, you freaking retard!! Stop trying to be American!!!)</span><br />Then I got my stuff ready for school. I picked out a lame outfit like I always do.<br />(<span style="color:#ff6666;">pink</span> and <span style="color:#999999;">black</span> skinny jeans that my mom finally shrinked, <span style="color:#33ff33;">green</span> tanktop, <span style="color:#999999;">black</span> and white zebra shirt, <span style="color:#ff6666;">pink</span> and <span style="color:#999999;">black</span> studded belt, my fugly thick jacket that my mom makes me wear, and these fishnet glove thingies kinda like <a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/2ceg35u.jpg">this</a>, except mine have another layer on them.<br />As I said, my outfits are about the same every day (shirt, skinnies, belt, jacket, glove thingies) and they are really starting to bore me.<br />HAHA. Look at this: <a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/533i2w.png">http://i38.tinypic.com/533i2w.png</a> Stop lulzing you scenie!<br />That's a gay kid that goes to my school.<br /><br />I just remembered parts of a song.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">"Download this song, </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Put in your IPOD, </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Fuck that, put it </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">On your homepage. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">You’ll be the coolest kid </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">On fucking <span style="color:#3366ff;">myspace.</span> "</span></em><br />AND another part that I love:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">"But have you seen my penis? </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">I know you have, </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Cause that shit is bomb </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">My dicks got more friends than</span> <span style="color:#33ffff;">Tom."</span></em><br />Haha I know a kid named Tom.<br />And when I think about it, my dick probably does have more friends than him. (no offense) If I have a dick.<br /><br />Haha I found a really old picture of myself and edited it.<br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279982152939243378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0vY3-mYiogrAkvelbSwuywCb33CGOk8xDOhQlB2LMU_yfU5BIZelhMVY8kxT3V72F6w4WX8v6RkJ11MUDbR7J1lT9EMLfQeXnVF0beS2uuJTsM9uL6sdm0DWe3ZcbvwpYgzZaEDXpps/s400/myspace+picture.png" border="0" /></div>Oh shite, it doesn't show up all the way.<br /><a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/300a3qw.jpg">click here</a> <span style="color:#ff6666;">to look at the whole picture.</span><br /><br />Haha <a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/n4iivc.png">original here.</a> This was back when my parents made me tan and I used a camera phone. My hair was real back then.<br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;">VANESSA VANDALISM 2006 POSSIBLY?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">YES, THAT'S POSSIBLY VANESSAVANDALISM IN 2006.</span></p><p>Why is this freaking gay thing doublespacing everything? </p><p>omfg it did it again.</p><p>STOP IT!</p><p>wtfwtf.</p><p>I guess I'll go because this biotch keeps doublespacing. I guess it's upset.</p><p>Bye now!</p><p>I hope you feel better, blog thing. And that you stop doublespacing soon.</p><p>Byyyee!</p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Wtf I talk to blogs.</span></p>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-75216074717267393772008-12-08T17:16:00.000-08:002008-12-08T17:28:01.714-08:00I cut my wig!Ohyes. This will be a quick post. I was hoping to post it earlier, but I forgot.<br />In summer, I got a pink wig on eBay. When I got it, it was really crappy and looked like crap. Today, I was really bored because I didn't go to school. (it says why in the previous post) So I cut the wig and layered & razored it. It was kind of complicated because the wig is synthetic and crap quality. But I made it look good. Lulz Lulz, I took some pics in my pjs and jacket.<br />Here's some pics of it:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62Qau-zEXC-UikLe1zVTY2Zr42NQPHPi81GZi_eN7ywkYN0VnCodPnJa9YywoTwgnmflwirp-KApSh7wUEP5Td5V7LkdX5ZWPuf947HDP_x3PBABsWXMcBJETVKauICwGDw1OCn467yc/s1600-h/pinkagain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277594190401224658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62Qau-zEXC-UikLe1zVTY2Zr42NQPHPi81GZi_eN7ywkYN0VnCodPnJa9YywoTwgnmflwirp-KApSh7wUEP5Td5V7LkdX5ZWPuf947HDP_x3PBABsWXMcBJETVKauICwGDw1OCn467yc/s200/pinkagain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOm7Y2wWDufJm9QISXhTWxrNCuD9BXy2v_bVTw4yVtSXiS1PZ2dlE2qwCBTrmh-T_SsLjoy2pRe7p2Tetij0GehuuSknm-kbJoGssKVmJVXsfg6hh7FLbWhXeI4h9PaaA1cN2cOpRpeM/s1600-h/pinkwig3again.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277594188729933538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOm7Y2wWDufJm9QISXhTWxrNCuD9BXy2v_bVTw4yVtSXiS1PZ2dlE2qwCBTrmh-T_SsLjoy2pRe7p2Tetij0GehuuSknm-kbJoGssKVmJVXsfg6hh7FLbWhXeI4h9PaaA1cN2cOpRpeM/s200/pinkwig3again.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ohyes, I love it. It looks kinda like my oldoldoldoldOLD hair. Wayy back a year ago. Ohyes, I remember those days. Even though my camera is really crap quality and my parents should get me a new one or else bad things will happen, the pictures are kinda good. I started cutting hair last year and I got really good at it :D I want to cut your hair. Chop off your head and send it to me. I can't WAIIITT 'til my real hair grows back because I WANT TO CUT IT.<br /><br />I have to go do my homework, kthnxbaii cya l8tr.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-11047214774354194332008-12-08T04:20:00.000-08:002008-12-08T04:46:52.750-08:00TV Is DangerousThe Christmas Dinner thing was pretty cool. Probably only because I brought my camera.<br /><a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=47793860">click here</a> to watch our adventure at the place thingy. We had another video with "santa" in it, but Rachael deleted it because of her boobies...o.O We walked into a room and "santa"(*cough cough* satan) was in there, so we ran out like crazy.<br /><br />That weekend, I went to Rachael's house after we were rescued from Katie's house by Rachael's mom. It was so boring at Rachael's house. All we did is watch TV. All she does is watch TV all the time. It must a very depressing life. I NEVER watch TV except for when they make me watch it at Rachael's. I don't get why people watch TV. It makes me feel dead.<br /><br />That's how I was on Saturday and Sunday...<br />Which brings me to Monday...<br />Oh yes. I must tell you my story.<br />Today (Monday) morning I woke up at like 5:30 so I would have time to put my eyeliner on. I was all done putting my clothes on and putting my makeup on, when my mom walked in the bathroom<br />MOM: "You're not going to school today, the ground is covered in ice."<br />ME: "OMFG you could have told me before I splashed my face with cold water!!! DAMN."<br />:\<br /><br />But that's why I'm here writing in my blog today! I've been wanting to write in my blog since Saturday! But no, "We have to watch TV, blehh!"<br />It was like 6:13 when I got on my computer.<br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">I HEAR PEOPLE TALKING OUTSIDE. IN MY BACKYARD.</span> Hahah they probably got stuck in the snow and went in my backyard to get a shovel. <span style="color:#33ffff;">I HEAR BAGS MOVING IN THE KITCHEN</span><span style="color:#33ffff;">.</span> No seriously, the people are very close to my house...<br /><br />Lets tell you what happened on Friday! Rachael and I were freaked out about ghosts. Because my parents weren't home. Because I was being a little turdfayce to them in the car. So they took me back home. But hayy, atleast we got to eat Dairy Queen, right? So we sat there in my room freaking out and every few seconds eating small bites of Dairy Queen blizzards. Every time we heard a noise we jumped to the door and leaned on it so nothing would get in. XD Oh it was fun. When my parents finally got home after 1 hour of fear and suffering, we sat there talking to my mom. Rachael claims to have seen people and arms and legs behind my mom in the kitchen. Haha Rachael. Haha.<br /><br />Okay, this post will scare me if I read it one night.<br />Well I'm sure you're all bored of reading this post. I will stop now.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-4388068033690866922008-12-05T14:25:00.000-08:002008-12-05T14:51:40.919-08:00"Christmas Dinner" WTF!?I can't concentrate because my mom is using the coffee grinder >,< <span style="color:#33ffff;">"PEACE & LIGHT! ... OMFG NO, THAT'S MY CHICKEN!"</span></span><br />On Saturday, we have to go to a retirement place to have a "Xmas Dinner".<br />WTF? Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. It's gonna be on December 6th. That's not near Xmas. I think I went last year. Which reminds me, this year is going by pretty fast :\ That makes me sad.<br />Well anyways Rachael might me coming too. That way we don't have to go to Katie's house. :\ Oh shit, she's probably reading this.<br /><br />OH OH OH I JUST REMEMBERED SOMETHING FUNNY THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY, YO!<br />I was walking towards the buses with Kayeleigh, and I saw Courtney go around the corner of my bus to get to the door. I saw her and said <span style="color:#33ffff;">"COURTNEY! Courtney!" </span><br />And right after I said that, Kayeleigh turned to the left to go to her bus, and she said <span style="color:#33ffff;">"I LOVE YOU!"</span><br />And I went around the corner of my bus laughing and I was liek <span style="color:#33ffff;">"LOL COURTNEY, THAT WAS NOT ME. THAT WAS KAYELEIGH."</span> (Likely story, right?) because Courtney thought I said <span style="color:#33ffff;">"COURTNEY, I LOVE YOU!"</span> And she was like <span style="color:#33ffff;">"O.o"</span><br />So today in 3rd hour, she told Courtney that she said<span style="color:#33ffff;"> "I LOVE YOU"</span> to Courtney. I was liek <span style="color:#33ffff;">"lulz."</span> And she told Courtney that people looked at her weird when she screamed "I LOVE YOU"<br /><br />Anyways... Right now its 4:44. Ha. I'm gonna call Rachael soon and see if she can come. I am getting bored. I'm sure you are too. This is a really bad post. I have no imagination. I forget lots of funny things that happen in a day. O BTW, I DIDN'T WEAR MY WIG IN GYM ALL WEEK, GO ME! I have bad memory because every day is the same. I NEED SOMETHING EXCITING TO HAPPEN >.<<br />I might post something better soon.<br />My blog sucks :\<br /><br />EDIT at 4:51 PM: Rachael came!! I didn't even call. LOL.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-10377016758512273102008-12-01T15:16:00.000-08:002008-12-01T16:01:04.261-08:00I feel so MANLY<span style="color:#33ffff;">Woah, I haven't posted in 2 days. That's irregular for me because I usually post every day in my retarded blog that I just got like a week ago :\<br /><br />Oh w00t, it's December. I'm posting right now because I have to pee. I have to pee because when humans drink liquids, it does a whole bunch of stuff that humans do not have to see (fortunately) until it comes out of you. When it comes out of you, YOU SEE IT.<br />Just making sure you know.<br />But I just ate chocolate and coffee. Incase you wanted to know for some reason... are you doing an experiment on what foods make people pee more than others? If you are, it would help you to know that I just ate chocolate and coffee. And that now I have to pee. I realize that chocolate does not make you pee. And now I have to pee.<br />I will be back.<br />I hope.<br />I am back. I just peed because I ate chocolate and coffee. And when humans drink liquids, they have to pee.<br /><br />^<br />All that shet is irrelevant.<br /></span><br />THIS IS WHY I FEEL SO MANLY:<br /><br />Ooooh, big words.<br />Today, in gym (aka 7th hour, thank gawd) I didn't wear my wig. People were like <span style="color:#ffff00;">"wtf lulz"</span> and I'm like <span style="color:#ffff00;">"it annoyed me"<br /></span>Because it DID annoy me. Whenever I tried to change with my wig on, it was very hard to change and keep the wig on. So I was like <span style="color:#ffff00;">"screw this"</span> and took it off. And then it wasn't hard to change.<br />Well Trish tried to put the wig on and couldn't figure out how to put the wig on. I was like <span style="color:#ffff00;">"lulz lulz"</span> because she couldn't figure out how to put the wig on.<br /><br />And so after that when we were in the gym, Trina was petting my head. Ms. Simpson was liek <span style="color:#ff0000;">"STAWP!"</span> and Trina was like <span style="color:#ffff00;">"But she said I could!"</span> and then I was like <span style="color:#ffff00;">"lulz."</span><br />I could tell everyone in the room was very scared of me. Maybe 1 out of 20 people in my school didn't know I wore a wig, so yeah. I felt like a total nerd. Because I had really short hair with patches missing and glasses. Also, I had to keep pushing my glasses back up on my nose. And because I usually straighten my mohawk. I could tell the gym teacher was not happy with me. Everyone felt and looked so akward around me. Haha. It was not so happy. But atleast I survived. Oh I felt so <span style="color:#33ff33;">manly</span>. :\<br /><br />Trina wanted me to wear my hair like that to school everyday and I was like <span style="color:#ffff00;">"No, wtf. I have to wait for all the patches to grow back. And mii head'll get fkin cold and they dont let you wear hoods or hats at this gayarse skewl."</span> LOL. And we were standing on tehh blakk line to go to teehh locker rewm and then this person called Kourtney came up and her and Trina started saying <span style="color:#ffff00;">"doo it. doo it. doo it. doo it."</span> LOL.<br />I'm gonna wear my wig in all of my hours except 7th hour :D (aka gym)<br />I'm not gonna wear my wig in gym :D Becaues I'm just that manly.<br /><br />When I was done changing into my awesomeful outfit of pink skinnies, green tanktop, zebra shirt, pinkandblack studded belt, fishnet/cloth armwarmers, I put on my wig and Trish was liek <span style="color:#ffff00;">"lulz yur liek hanna montana lulz lulz."</span> and I was liek <span style="color:#ffff00;">"lulz."</span><br /><br /><br />If I make this post any longer, you will die of long post reading.<br /><br />kthnxbaii.VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-71241584257093150232008-11-28T20:06:00.000-08:002008-11-28T20:32:27.529-08:00My Head ItchesMy carpet is dryful now... finally. A full day after spilling water on it purposely, and it's dry.<br />Today didn't go as planned :\<br />Instead of vaccuuming and stuff, I made a freaking gay video that I didn't upload to Youtube yet.<br />I was supposed to go to the mall today, but I didn't. My dad came home and he was like "Oh, we can't go to day... Let's go tomorrow."<br />Haha yeah, I go to the mall with my dad. I'm so lame.<br />And then friends came over :\ woopdeedoo. Haley dyed the front of her hair pink, and when my dad came to pick me up, he say Haley through the window and thought it was me. Haha, except Haley looks like a boy and that was an insult to me.<br />We ate stuff.<br />Now I'm on the computer. Pretty boring if you ask me.<br />A few minutes ago I was watching a video on youtube that was a tribute to me or whatever. I watched it so I could see the comments.<br />Someone who's youtube name is sierrasparks94 commented saying:<br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">"My God shes beautiful! She gorgeous! She actually goes to my school and Ive seen her many times and she desnt use photshop or anything, shes naturally beautiful! :]]] "<br /></span><br />OH SHIT.<br />Now I really feel like I'm being watched.<br />But that's odd because that comment was posted 1 month ago... so that means that the person who posted the comment goes to my new school...<br />And that's really freaking confusing because I didn't have pink hair at this school, and mainly my pink hair pictures were in that video.<br />I think she might have gotten me confused with someone else that I know who has pink hair this year that kinda looks like I did last year o__0<br />Or maybe she doesn't even go to my school and thinks I'm someone else, which would really suck. But maybe she does go to my school.<br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">I wonder if that person <span style="color:#ff6666;">recognizes my face</span> from the internet or something... because I don't look like the pictures in that video anymore.</span><br />Or maybe they're just obsessed and I don't know about it.<br /><br />I don't think that person saw the last part of the video.<br />Because it said that I had a Youtube account and videos. And it said that I had alopecia and explained all that.<br />:\ I guess they didn't think I would see that comment.<br />hmm.<br /><br />Writing on blogs is oh so fun. Except the reader isn't so thrilled, right?<br />My blog sucks. :\<br />And if I make it any longer it will just bore you, so I will have to write about other parts of my day in another post right? Damn. I hate this.<br />Well now I've totally forgotten the details of my day for some reason.<br />So now I have nothing else to write about. If I remember my day again I guess I'll write it here... because it's a weekend and I didn't want to sleep over at my friends house.<br />My blog sucks :\VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4507957202005876953.post-39766514963659738612008-11-27T17:22:00.001-08:002008-11-27T21:19:41.326-08:00My Carpet and Making Fun Of Harry Potter<span style="color:#ffffff;">LUL. Let's start with my carpet.<br />Today... I took a gallon of water.. Maybe more. And then I SPILLED IT ALL OVER MY STAINFULL CARPET. OOMFG.<br />:D It was very cleanful after that.<br />And now it's drying. I'm using a big fan. And plus also a hair blowdryer included. (<--lol) </span><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">My dad was like "WOAOAOAA WTFF~~!!! USING THAT TINY BLOWDRYER WONT HALLP AT AWLL!!1!"<br /></span><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><span style="color:#33ff33;">He was proved wrong shortly after that.<br /></span><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Now my carpet is mostly dry except for this one annoying part. When it's dry I will vaccuum it. Did I mention that it's Thanksgiving and the food was horrible because foods that don't taste good together are mixed? It reminds me of sluts... which reminds me of Harry Potter. That slut. That concludes my carpet story. (<--nerd)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">About that slut named Harry Pothead.</span><br />He's a slut.<br />I read this in the 5th book today:<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">"Well, they're writing about you as though you're this deluded, attention-seeking person who thinks he's a great tragic hero or something," said Hermione, very fast, as though it would be less unpleasant for Harry to hear these facts quickly. "They keep slipping in snide comments about you. If some far-fetched story appears they say something like 'a tale worthy of Harry Potter' and if anyone has a funny accident or anything it's 'let's hope he doesn't have a scar on his forehead or we'll be asked to worship him next--' "<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">YES, TRUE!!! He's a fkin attention-seeking slut.<br />Just like this betch:<br /></span><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/showbiz/images/attachement/jpg/site1/20080422/000d60aa06df0977939f37.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;">That was just sent to me. It's a picture of a dumb slut. I am reminded completely of Harry Potter by it. Because he's a dumb slut.<br />Oh isn't it so fun sharing my knowledge of sluts and Harry Potter with nobody? You're probably only reading this if I made you...<br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </p>VanessaVandalismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14993532572592671553noreply@blogger.com0