And had many beautiful bouncing androids together.
I love that book.

So I gave up on the hundred picture thing.
Because I'm lazy.
And stressed.
Because I think my Lit club is plotting against me.
(being president is hard, man, fo sho.)

So, I am planning on hiring All Time Low to pelt my best friend with purple donuts for her birthday.
But, firstlyish, I will require All Time Low's email.
Any will do; their tour manager's, their's as a collecive virgin, or their personal emails (or even Jack's fish's personal email).
Please assist me; Nicholle is worth it, fer shizzle.

So, Watcha say, mm? YOU ONLY FRIGGIN' MEANT WELL, RIGHT?!
Well, of course you did.
Silly Jason Derulo; you thought you could copy Imogen Heap and no one would notice?
ROFLCOPTER.
B)

So, I'm in looooOOOOoooOOOOOooove.
Not that this is news.
I've been liking the same guy since last year.
But I do actually think he hates me.
MYLIFEISNOTSO"G"ANYMOAR.
-mope-

ANYWAY.
The kid from Where the Wild Things Are? Yeah, Max Records. He's my son. from the future. We haven't formally met yet, but a child of such epic proportions MUST have come from my womb.

Speaking of movies,
I'm going to go see New Moon.
There's hardly any Robert "Sequinskin" Cullen, and lots of delicious, half-naked Taylor HAUTner.
That calls for a good movie.



HURHURHUR.


AND BE SURE TO WRITE LOVE ON YOUR ARMS.





Layout masterfully created far better than anything I'd ever hope to make by HARLESHINN.
It's lovely, no?