Bloggery.

I really do want to start blogging again. But I gotta tell you, I seriously don't know what I'm going to do when Picnik.com dies in April. It might destroy me. Does anyone know of any other FREE photo editing sites? Because I don't really have the money to invest in Photoshop. So if you do know of any, please please comment and share with me this information. Thank you kindly. In the meantime, I'm going to go to church and afterward I'll probably give this bloggy a little springtime-ish makeover.

Toodleoo.

Now go sit in the corner and think about what you did.

eh.

I blame Auntie Flo. Straight up.

{Better Than Revenge by Taylor Swift}

Is there something in your eye? Oh wait, that's just a sparkle. ;)

Call me crazy, but I'm not one of those people who feels perfectly lovely and content lying around in their jammies all day. Jammies usually make me feel like poop. I have to get dressed, do my hair, and put on deoderant and smelly lotion. If not, it drives me crazy.

Well these last two days, I have not left my jammies. It is really lame. I feel like fish poop, people. Fish poop. And I need a shower, and I want to ride my pretty little beach cruiser around. Or do something other than this blasted online class. Bahh.

Good thing I have my senior pictures tomorrow! {not the fun ones, just the yearbook ones} I will finally groom. Good gosh.

{Cute by Stephen Jerzak}

My favorite word today is "wild."

This is what procrastinating on an online computer basics class looks like:

Because seriously, watching Microsoft Office tutorials and making spreadsheets about cupcake sales? Boooring.

Make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and break away.

So, my 17th birthday is in like 3 weeks.

Maybe I should get my drivers permit.

I'm just saying.

Busy day, nothing exciting to blog right now, since it's like almost midnight.

It's whatever. Hopefully better tomorrow.

Oh hey, yeah. So by the way...

So, I was forever missing because I moved.

Now I am moved. All is well.

P.S. So I logged on today, remembered about this 30-day challenge, and then went, "ehhem, no." People. I float my own boat. I don't want to tell you any more of my memorable moments or songs that made me cry or people who inspire me. Not unless I feel so inclined. And inclined is the LAST thing I so feel right now.

It's One of Those Days.

Do you ever have one of those days where you just wake up feeling like the biggest loser on the planet?

Seriously. No fun.

It's one of those days where you wake up three hours later than you were supposed to, and even after that, find yourself wasting another hour watching "Abby's Flying Fairy School", when you intended to take a shower. When you finally take a shower, you realize you are out of Bath and Body Works shower gel, and you have to use the body bar that smells like men's cologne. Then, your make-up looks weird, and you feel too lazy to fix it. Then you get dressed, just to find that, yes, EFY's freaking fake food did make you gain like 7 pounds. And you can barely squeeze into your favorite pair of jeans. Then, as you think about EFY, you realize your "favorite" jeans aren't that cute anyways, because almost all of the girls at EFY had extremely cute designer jeans that most likely cost a fortune. Your hair is staticy and has a weird kink in it. There are flies all over the house, and you don't know where they came from. You still feel suffocated in these jeans. You were supposed to be done with your American History lesson by now. You can't concentrate on anything. You want to go shopping pathetically bad, because you are way too girly and your clothes feel too plain. Your room is cluttered. Your grown-out bangs are in your face, and they are bothering you to no end. Your teeth look particularly yellow today. You still have nothing done. The house is a mess, and it's your fault because you are supposed to be in charge. Then you feel guilty because you are putting yourself down and getting nothing done and being complainy. You wish you had a job. You wish you exercised more and ate less crap. Too bad all you are craving is crap. Too bad there is nothing fresh to eat in the house. It's one of those days where you want to rewind and start over. You don't want anyone to feel sorry for you or try to help you. You just want a time machine to either rewind and start today over, or fast forward to make it a new day.

BLECK. I am a lame complainy loser today.

Sorry.

Happy Loser Day. Stay tuned for tomorrow, which will be Happy Champion (Not Loser) Day.