Daisy's Life of Being Boring.

Lets just say I have my writing binge again. I CAN'T STOP, HALP ME. ;[ PAIIINNNNNN. I literally had to pry the computer out of my mom's hands just so I could write a blog post...should I explain my day to you? SURE WHY NOT?! Your the one who stumbled upon my blog, so I'm going to tell you about my day.

Starts off with me waking up, I looked like shit. Usually I wake up to Over Again by my husbands, One Direction (I'll talk about them in another blog) because it usually naturally turns up the volume when Harry sings and I wake up to his beautiful deep tenor voice and...I am an emotional wreck. I then proceed to putting on my plaid robe and make a smoothie. I don't drink soda or coffee a lot...I never really enjoyed the taste of soda cause it hurts my taste buds for no reason and coffee makes me super hyper...that's why before a play or musical or show or whatever, I always have a mocha frap. and I am so hyper. Seriously, ask the people who were in the plays with me, I was like Honey Boo Boo child when she drank her Go-Go Juice...I just compared myself-ANYWAYS. After drinking my smoothie I wash my face, brush my teeth, do my hair, makeup, clothes, and this takes about an hour. I don't take that long to get ready. People take about two hours to get ready...which is like wow...really? An hour seems good to me. I then watch some horrible shows that are on early in the morning, kik Zoe and talk about how much we hate people and then I result to my dream of her dating Niall Horan and ya...I'm just really weird. Then I go to school...that is not what happens on the weekends. I wake up...to the sound of my cats...I then go to the living room and EXPECT a breakfast in front of me but I realize my mom's back gave out so I have to make a breakfast sandwitch and then I watch television. This morning though my mom was up and she didn't make me breakfast at 10:16 a.m. pshhh, LAME. She tells me, "Forty-five minutes we are going to Costco."

Me: .......
Mom: (looks at me) ......
Me:
Mom:
Me:
Mom:
Me: So...no bacon?-
Mom: No.
Me: FUCK.

That is what happened...not a morning person.

I then go in my room and get ready and we head to Costco...note: I am wearing tight ass jeans and a purple shirt and a wool jacket that is short sleeved, no makeup and hair is up in messy bun. I have snapple in my hand and I am not ready for the day. Breakfast for champs...

We head to Costco, I am hungry as ever so instead of helping my mom like I usually do...I run away and get as many samples as I can while texting Zoe, do you know how HARD it is to text and eat at the same time. My breakfast consisted of three tiny chicken wings,  a little cup full of Classic Ruffles and Cheetos, a weird bread chip and onion dip, uh and two tiny cups of blue Powerade...then my mom bought me a 1/4 pound Polish hot-dog with a Berry Smoothie...It was a great morning.

I get home and I realize that I am so god damn fat and I put on my contacts and I then I go on the computer and I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW WHY, I am addicted to the Glee versions of Torn, Thousand Years, and Let Me Love You. That episode saved Glee. I am just saying that. Glee has been so fucking cheesy this season but this episode saved it. AND IT WAS MAINLY CAUSE OF THE BOY CALENDER CAUSE DAMN WANNA BAKE COOKIES OFF OF DEM. MMHHHMMM. Okay. But I think it's honestly cute that Jake sings that to Marley and I am like...we need a glee club so a hot guy who can sing can sing to me that song. Honestly, I have always thought that song was annoying cause the beat never really matched the lyrics...but this cover really had me recognize the lyrics of Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) but they are so fucking great...they are sooooo great. I cried. Like legit cried. I don't tear up for Glee cause it usually makes no sense but I cried when Marley and Jake confessed their love for each other. I love Ryder so much, but it's like I converted religions. TEAM JARLEY...oh fuck. My life. I am also obsessed with the cover of Tell Him...cause it relates to me...but I'm like nahhhh I'm good.

So then we picked up my mom's friend Hector and we went to Trader Joe's I was still pretty tired. I had this really weird salsa thing and I have been pondering whether it was good or not but I can't put my finger on it. My mom dropped me off at home and I did the dishes and went back on the computer. I then watched this HOLY FUCKING JESUS AMAZING TRAILER FOR DARK DUFHS. For those of you people who don't know what Dark. is then that's alright, Jesus doesn't make everybody perfect...but if you like Harry Styles and you don't know what it is...fuck you. I am ashamed. Dark. is basically one of those One Direction fanfics. Let me explain. I told you in a blog a long time ago that I read and USED to write fanfic but I am not into the "sexual" ones. Well about like two months ago, Instagram and Twitter was getting all anal about this Dark. fanfic. "OMG DARK. MY HARRY FEELS JDHFKASH." I was so confused, so naturally I looked it up. I read the first chapter and thought it was so weird. The main character Bo is so innocent then this guy Harry Styles (in the story he is not Harry Styles the singer, but he is has the same appearance and he is a aggressive boxer trainer and ya...HOT.) comes up to Bo in a party and is so like turned on by her and he like forces her to dance with him and then he bites her neck askfs...I know it's sooooo weird at the beginning but towards the like chapter five..I was literally hugging my pillow and crying. Then I looked it up on youtube and someone who is I don't know...GENIUS FUCKING POSTED A FANMADE TRAILER THAT IS SO ACCURATE ON HOW I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AND KASKJSFHKJSK MY FEEEELLLSSS. The author updates once in a while and clearly you can see that I am obviously obsessed...but what else am I suppose to do on a Saturday? I was suppose to go for a run which I do before school everyday...yes I do go for a jog in five in the morning while listening to Adele for forty five minutes just to calm me down...but its the weekend. So HELL TO THE NO. Though I re-read the book thus far up to chapter forty seven and the author said she would update but I am like WTF BO JUST TOLD HARRY SHE LOVED HIM AFTER HE KICKED THAT DOUCHE BAGS ARSE AND SKJFHSAKDJFHK KILL ME. It is horrible to think that Bo and Harry are perfect together cause they are fictional characters but I mean she is so innocent and he is a fucking boxer trainer who is overprotective and has a dark past. Get it...that's why it is called Dark...ANYWAYS. As you can see I like my men who are tall, have dark hair, and Harry Styles. Pretty much my life right there for the next hundred years until I die; going on the computer and then hanging out with my cats and then blog all day errryyydayyy...I need some friends.

My mom and Hector then went to the movie Warm Bodies but I wasn't in the mood for romance zombie movie so I am going to go with one of my friends another time. Even though its rated R, I usually say, "One ticket please to see Twilight," cause hey, everyone stereotypes that all teenage girls like Twilight...barf. Then I go see something like Harold and Kumer instead...which was an INTERESTING experience for thirteen year old Daisy hah. Then once my mom and Hector left, got into some sweatpants, put my hair up on a ponytail, took out my contacts and put on my glasses and just started to troll some Justin Bieber, uh I blogged, um I then watched some X-Factor wit da boys and then I watched some Disney Channel, while texting Zoe about men who we like and then I fell asleep on the couch because of what fucking GUY and Zoe did...we will save my friends stupid choices for another post. In the meantime...I probably should go get a life and stop blogging for like the next couple of days...who am I kidding? I will post something in the next thirty minutes.

Reasons Why I am Single.

See let me just be the first to confirm for people who didn't know this: I am single. If you did know that, fuck you for knowing me, but if you didn't know that; get your head out of your ass. There are SO many reasons why I am single. The obvious reason, I'm just butt ugly and self-concious about my...body. But I mean...I am a fun person...if you want to eat a Snack-Pack and watch Glee with me then sure, ya. People though can't expect to be something I'm not, people can't expect me to be a slut cause I had large...ish...breasts. People expect me to be a wanna be wizard from Hogwarts cause I have read the entire Harry Potter series over a hundred time. Well one I am a fucking wizard, GRIFFINDOR. Thought I should get that out of the way. Though it's like I'm sorry I'm not a fucking Victoria Secrets model. Sorry I'm not going to show you my tits, how about a nice long hug instead? You know, in relationships I have a lot to offer. You know the only way to my backyard is through my room. I have a backdoor which people are like ERMEHGERD JELLY when I just see it as the place where my cats will scratch it at 3 in the morning and I have to let my cats out...so I'm pretty much the most boring person.

I guess its just I like watch to much Glee or Pretty Little Liars or whatever which teen romance and they like are so in love and when I was in eighth grade, I was determined to have a boyfriend that I would have for four years, ALL through high school...I want to slap her. In high school, freshmen guys don't mature. If you find a boyfriend in high school and you are with him all through high school, congrats and I'm sorry you had to deal with his ignorant jokes and stuff...boys are stupid sometimes. They're some great guys out there...but they aren't really the best. I guess now I am at the point in my life where I'm like oh there is a cute guy and I think about if we were in a relationship or something. After I'm done with my fantasy relationship day dreaming...fantasy thing, I think about how our relationship would be like in reality...lasting for like one to two months...he would comment on my breasts a lot...the usual. Then it is like I don't want to have a relationship with him...or any guy for the matter. No I am not "coming out" of the closet which I was never in, cause I am NOT a lesbian, but it is like all freshmen guys are the same. They will tell you you are pretty and then hold your hand and come to your house and just hang out with you and make you feel so special, then you guys actually go out and it is like a bombshell. I guess I'm done with guys now...I don't want to have a relationship with a guy that is just going to be interested in sex and talk about sports ALL THE TIME.

I think couples are cute. I am like one of those people that sees a couple, they don't even need to be doing anything, they can be ugly for all I care, but I automatically dub them as cute. I'm serious. There is this couple at my school which makes other students want to vomit in there mouth, while I am just standing there just like AWWWWWW. Then I go into my head and intimidate myself.

"Daisy what the hell are you doing?"
"Bitch you made a promise!"
"See guys like skinny girls, go workout and get fit, then you'll be a girl stud."
"Okay Daisy, you worked out, no one likes you still. That's okay. Just try again."
"Oh there is that cute boy, have sex with him and-wow you slut you actually thought about that!"
"There goes your ex boyfriend...wave at him and act normal. Hey asshole...could have done better."
"Who am I kidding? Your fucking hot! Someone just complimented on your looks...it was your sixty year old science teacher but...fuck fuck fuck fuck."
"If you were in a relationship, he would get an eye exam and realized WHAT he was dating...you sicko. Just die."
"You are talking to yourself in the middle of the hallway and people are staring...enjoy your life with cats you fatty."

Note this is all in the course of like five minutes...or like one...and I have this look on this face O_O...the look like you have just seen a ghost...this happens around four times a day...seven if I'm lucky.

It is like I am constantly fighting over myself about guys...my mind wants me to not to date. FEMINIST! Then my heart is like, he is so cute just date him, he won't be a douche bag I promise. It's like I am listening to my heart over my mind...and it makes me feel like I am a sixth grader again and no. Sixth grade sucked emotionally so no. And physically....NO. It's like Daisy...get your head out of your arse and get with the program. Plus a guy will like you for you, your appearance will be a plus. He won't mind that you like to post on your blog about your life while listening to One Direction and you rather wear sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt for the rest of your life instead of skinny jeans and a tight shirt. He won't mind that you like to pretend your British and you say arse instead of ass cause it seems cool in your head but then your best friend Zoe is all like, "Daisy...this is an intervention." He won't mind that you are just you, hope that one of the seven billion people in the world will appreciate this...awkward.

Update on my Boring Life.

Hey long time no see internet...I mean it has been nearly six months since I have updates on my life..a lot so I will try to get to that in a bit, but I just want to say that high school isn't that bad. I mean I was pretty much worried about nothing...my classes are fine...the people are nice...and the guys are kind of okay looking. I had my finals semester finals about two weeks ago or something...I kind of lost my memory in a way. It's hard for me to remember stuff, it is like I can't remember what happened last night, but I am pretty sure instead of going out on a Friday and getting drunk like the rest of my friends...I watched Moonrise Kingdom and ate some gummi-worms...so I am pretty much the coolest person ever.

Things haven't really changed...that is the biggest BS I have ever said sorry. Um...I met some really interesting people at school and they are now my best friends but they looooooooove to break promises and they just want to ruin my life. You know who you are. My teachers are great. My favorite class is probably Global Studies cause we its an easy A and it is also the one class where me and my best friend Zoe can just slack off and hang out with cute guys. That's always a plus. I like Honors English a lot...ya I'm in Honors English cause I am great at writing. Its not my easiest class though. We are in writers boot-camp right now so we are going to be constantly writing five page essays and I rather not do that but hey...that's life for you. I am taking a class called AVID and I have been taking it since 7th grade and it is basically a class that prepares you for college...ya, I am not taking it again probably next year because I rather not want to spend the next three years talking about a future which I don't really know about...or want...I honestly don't know...we will talk about that in the another post though. I switched from Health to PE this semester. I had Health the first semester which was actually like the class that always made me laugh. It was that class where I could put my stuff down and go to my best guy friend, Nick and just update him on life until passing time was over, then we learn about sex. Might I just say I am that person that doesn't take health seriously...I did when I was like in middle school but I can't now. Whenever a penis just appears on the smart-board...I die laughing. It is pretty much clear how ready I am to have sex, like so ready (not I am laughing about this topic just by typing it). I am taking Treble Choir, it basically a choir for all girls. We are okay I guess...we are going to sing an acapella version of the song Lucky...which is great. Don't get me wrong I love that song. Me and Zoe sing that song all the time, but an all girl choir singing about a being in love and it is a duet that is suppose to be a guy and girl thing...it makes us seem super super desperate. Though that is our top choice, the other choices were Skyfall and Thousand Years. I love Adele, but I don't know if Skyfall is really a song that is can be performed acapella...if we did it though it would be very unique and possibly hitting the point that it may be awesome, but I don't know. Thousand Years...don't get me started on that song. I love that song sooooo much, but it also brings back memories...memories of me and a GUY, memories of me and my dad, just memories. I love the song and I cry whenever I hear it. Honestly! I was watching the new episode of Glee yesterday, yes I have watched Glee since the pilot, sue me. Get it cause...the cheerio coach...Sue....she's evil...plenty of people watch the show. In fact, that GUY I was talking about watches Glee and he reminds me of like a version of Santana and Finn if they had a kid and that would be him. Your welcome GUY :). ANYWAYS, but Marley the girl whom I think of myself as because we both have/had eating disorders and are really awkward and like to sing and ya...but she was singing to Puck's half-brother Jake because Brittany was like, "You need to tell Jake you love him." So Marley sings Thousand Years to him and he kind of gets it. Then at the end of the song Jake was like, "You wanna say tell me something?" Then Marley is like, "I really love...this song." I was like WHAT THE FUCK. MARLEY TELL HIM. FJDKAFJFHA MY FEELS. I was crying. Just watch it: link right here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evVL4pMMb1o .  But since God hates me, I know we are gonna sing that song in Choir. So you can expect for me to cry while I'm singing the song and then GUY will be like...what the fuck, why is she crying? Then the guy I like will be singing along...sorry inside joke...Zoe ;)

Those are basically the only interesting things at school. Maybe I'll update what happened each month I don't know...I know I will blog more...so ya...until then.