its september 2 today!
which means, i AM OFFICIALLY AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD!
a spoiled one at that. uugghh.. i keep on getting the stuff i want, getting furiously disappointed if i dont get it, but when i do get it, it comes with this sinking feeling that i dont even need it and im wasting our resources on very useless vanity.
oh well, at least i grew up to be pretty. because if i didnt get any prettier than the was i looked once upon a time, i mightve killed myself of depression now.
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i can not wait to get my debut dresses. to spoil the surprise, im wearing a champaign long gown at the start of the night, and a sexy cocktail before the night ends. perfect.
dada might not be attending. pity, she's my ultimate mega over party partner, the only girl alive who dances as much as i do (along with roch), the funnest fun piece of taiwanese ass around. carl, my quasicousin, isnt coming neither. drats drats drats. and my two best guy friends are choosing they're closer friend over me. bah! i bet my caterer's better! they'd miss out on the good food.
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britney's coming back.. why cant she just FIX HERSELF UP NOW! i mean, i'd probably like her, you know. but when she's all fat and stupid and drug drowned and much less talented than she was, i wont give her any credit. her "cold as fire" sounds like she's a five year old singing!
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i saw the mango catalogue. and dkny. hmmmm.... no comment? nice photography and packaging, but are the clothes ACTUALLY nice?
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
