The Mad Hatter

I am a celebrity.

5:21 PM and I'm doing math homework, sort of. It's so easy. And now my dad's being a retard and yelling at me about dishes when I haven't even been in the kitchen.

That's a sexy picture. But what's that guy doing back there? :rolleyes:

I don't know, could you tell me?

Coldplayer, definitely. You can't really become a friend of a celebrity...well, you could, but that would take time that a celebrity doesn't have unless you say something really interesting to them off the bat. If I met the celebrity I want to meet, I'd vomit on their shoes. It runs in the family. If I met a normal Coldplaying person, I'd be okay and be able to carry on a normal conversation. Without the vomit. I'd be able to be myself. =D

The page for the Mutter Museum. We're visiting it while we're in Philadelphia. Weeeee.

I like to keep things warm and intimate and friendly. :D

7:12 AM, "preparing" to go to school.

^Don't. They're weird! ._.

You're not funny. :P

-I just made myself look like the biggest idiot ever! -What am I going to do now? -This is happening in real time... -Sorry. -Unrelated, but I can't help it! He needs to be in my pants! Now! xD

I wish I had some self-control in my pants.

Soccer camp in 2005. "Speed of Sound" and buses driven by beautiful Australians. 'Nuff said.

Atease was in my mouth.

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Good night, new member. Perhaps I will learn your name at a later date.

Because some Ateasers thought I was fat because I wouldn't send one of 'em a pic on Trouble In A Glass House.

"Edit" by Regina Spektor

PM. 10:25 PM, preparing for bed...sort of...

Double, but who cares? Anyway...in 5 minutes I'll be taking my leave. Good night in advance. =)

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No. Bleh. The next poster knows who will post after them.

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It's a long story. (no, I'm not really fat.)