If you lie, you don't deserve to have friends. If you lie, you don't deserve to have them.

"You never really know your friends from your enemies, until the ice breaks," ~Eskimo Proverb



This may be hard to read, but it IS from the infamous site formspring, where you can

A) Leave rude, great, nasty, smart, vulgar, lovely, cruel, and/or heart-warming comments on people's profiles.

B) Ask them a question.

C) Start some serious bull crap.

AND you can post all of the choices anonymously. Which, can lead to this:


*It's not me (:

(And if you want to see the picture of the comment left for me, click on it, it'll get bigger.)

Up until that I thought I was having a good day. Way to ruin it.

Right Now, I have piles of hair piled up tightly with fat claw-clips.
Why?
Because I am scrunching my hair overnight, duh.
Again, Why?
NYSSMA Majors are tomorrow, silly. I have to look presentable.
Oh... what is a NYSSMA Major?
The NYSSMA Majors is basically a big competition for school bands to perform. You go, you play your music, you get scored, and could be awarded a bronze, silver, or gold rating... or the shamed nothing.
I see...

It's tomorrow. We get to leave after 1st period, Miss the rest of school, Go out to lunch (Because Burger King is sooo gourmet), and then come home.

Well, anyway, my hair is making me feel like Ke$ha.

It's the freakin' most awesome feeling in the world. Except for the fact that my hair frizzes out at the drop of a hat, and it'll probably frizz tomorrow no matter how much product I pour onto my scalp.

Surprise, surprise, Kate Gosselin is working on a NEW NEW NEW reality show.
Not a surprise: I will 125% not tune in to watch it.
This woman needs to find a career that doesn't center around the fact that she gave birth to 8 kids. She was on Dancing with the Stars for God's Sake. I mean look at that 19 kids and Counting (maybe they hit 50, it's definitely possible) show... 19 versus 8. This may require a calculator.

Don't be late for your very important date, enjoy those Brussel Sprouts, and spread the love with a Boombox (*cough* Say Anything *cough*),
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 81.6 Degree Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my Head: "Newport Living" by Cute is What we Aim For (Hence, today's title.)
What I ate (that I can remember): Taco Salad, Raviolis, and a hanful of some Good and Fruitys.