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.
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