Hippie-Thug Life

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I lava the Mongols. :] This could just be the E talking still but, happy-face :]. Nothing like sipping tea in the morning with the memories of a good yesterday. I swear, we could be total hippies sometimes. Sitting in a tight cozy circle with your friends on the beach surrounded by an incredible euphoria is... heaven.

I feel better today. Ew, but waking up with stoge and cognac breath is not so great. From now until I start summer school, I will definitely be thug- living every thing, as if I haven't already started though.

I may be your sweet spot, take me to your candy shop

We look like we're 5 again. :]










I just don't understand girls in relationships sometimes. Then I find myself positioned in their shoes and end up... acting like a girl too, as much as I hate it. Boys are just stupid. I suppose when you like someone enough though, there's bound to be some vexation. Oh, and I've discovered the qualities that annoy me most in a person: ignorance+stubbornness. UGH. Fupeople. I understand that we're all ignorant in some ways but, people who are close-minded and unreasonable just PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. Grow up, you look like an idiot.



Anywaysss, it feels like something is missing inside of me and I'm not sure if it's physically, mentally, or emotionally. Either way, there's some kind of void that's giving me these funky butterflies.

Since I've been grounded, I've been managing to get out on a near- daily basis. This whole lockdown thing is making me more of a badass then teaching me a lesson. It's like I try to do as much destruction to my body and pack in as much fun as I can while I'm out to make up for the upcoming lonesome nights.

By the way, Jordan took me to experience my first whopper (junior whopper) on Monday. Pretttty delicious but, not enough to send me into a spiriling addiction like McDonald's french fries. Only one more week until my grounding is over and I'll be out and about exploring again! ... and not talking about fast-food -_-.

On Cloud 9!

Can you pour me some punch, please? I've been waiting since forever to say that. :]

Despite the fact that I was grounded, my parents still let me go to my senior prom with the exception of having to be home by 3am. Boy, did I have a blast! :] It's just a tad fuzzy, but still fun!

Well surely, the day started off horribly with a trashcan on my bedside. Ugh, then the 20 minute talk with my parents had to go down. I was really depressed about the entire situation at first since it was right before Mother's Day and I hated that my mom had to see me puke my guts out. Plus, I was looking at 3 weeks of solitary confinement inside mi casa. Well I had to suck it up and turn my frown upside down because it was still PROM nonetheless.

The rest of the day was spent with activities to help make my night perfect. I picked up my corsage and John's boutonniere around noonish which came out BEAUTIFULLY. Then, I ended up chilling with Nick for a bit and apologizing for my careless actions the night before. From there, my mum took me to get my makeup done and since I was in the right place at the right time, Kim Kardashian's makeup artist ended up doing it for me! :] Turns out she was on a business trip here and decided to use me as an example for the other makeup artists. I absolutely loved it which was quite a surprise since I don't usually like it when others paint my face for me.

By the time my hair was done, I ended up portraying a baby prostitute in a little miss pageant. You know, the ones with a cakeload of makeup and a set of fake adult teeth. Ew, creeeeepy. I looked like a doll and felt like a princess though. :]

Everyone met up at my house around 6ish and we decided to take a few pictures first. But in the long run, we ended up taking all of our pictures in front of my house since some were running late or didn't show up at all. Then it was PROM TIME! Everyone looked gorgeous and glamorous, as expected. Snap, snap, pictures with everyone. Hugs and kisses and a lot of 'You look so cute!'s.

So finally after the long wait for pictures and smiles, it was.. 'Let's get fucked up!' time! :] Hahaha, and my date did end up pouring me punch... with a kick of blue cap Smirnoff. Hhahaha, so the rest of the night was filled with dancing, laughing, mingling, and a very heavy buzz. 'Under the table we filled our glass,' was so much easier then predicted. Sadly, me and Mike John finished the bottle within the first 30-45 minutes. :[

Post-prom- Lingerie, hotel pary!! Even though I wasn't able to sleepover, I'm pretty sure I still had the time of my life. I recall jaegar, LOTS of E&J, boxers, and a few other unmentionable details.

Nick came to take me home around 2:30ish. His two friends must've felt awkward to see me come out half-naked but hey, it was after prom so it was excusable. From what I hear, I was just being drunken Sugar but I got home safely without getting caught again. I was faded out of my mind. :]

I'd do it all again. :]

Intense Fail

I'm grounded. again. for the 3rd time senior year. for the same reasons. caught in the act the night before senior prom.

Regrets?- definitely. Shitfaced?- definitely. Consumed?- roughly 10 beers and 3 shots. nice change of party scenery though.

Throwing up, a lot. in front of my parents. face to floor. in front of my parents.

Please tell me it was all a dream. Trash can next to bed. FUCK MY LIFE.

So now, I'm going to stay inside my house as an extensive social retard for the next 3 weeks until my 'grounding' punishment is over. They didn't seem nearly as mad this time so hopefully, my punishment gets cut sooner.

Nick- "The definition of Sugar would be, 'facepalm'." I'm beginning to agree.

A nose in need deserves Puffs indeed

MY NOSE IS ON FIRE. It burnssss! Well it's not really on fire but it sure feels like it from all the wiping and blowing these allergies are torturing me with. All this chafe has tainted my nose with dryness and a pinkish color which really makes me look like a bunny now. I've gone through two square boxes of tissues already, in just one weekend alone! Ugh, I hope this all goes away by Friday because Saturday is.. PROM!

I can barely contain myself as prom nears in proximity. I sort of have regrets about my dress now. It's too.. busy, for sure and 'foofy,' I guess would be the word to describe it. I wish I got something more suttle, like chiffon material so I could pair it up with some 'bitchin' shoes. Actually, I'm not all too excited for prom. I think it's the thought that prom=end of school year=summer. And I am definitely excited for summer. Maybe it's not even summer. Perhaps the the lingerie after party, post prom. Yeah, that's probably it. :]