You know how the ads on Myspace are supposed to like, cater to your interests? Well than why are all mine along the lines of, "Pregnant and scared? WE CAN HELP!"

WHAT?



Went down the shore. Burnt like a motherfucker. It itches more than it hurts which is weird. I hate school. Finals are supposed to be this week but SOME FUCKING BITCH (Frechie) won't give us ours until next week, and she's making it both Monday and Tuesday. BITCH PLEASE. School is over. I have all my finals tomorrow and Thursday. All senior finals are supposed to be this week but this bitch ass wants to RUIN MY LIFE. I'm dramatic.


Oh yeah, and I might be a lifeguard at Girl Scout camp? At least 250 a week, but most likely more. 250 is what counselors get, and I've been told lifeguards make more. HOLLA FOR A DOLLA.

Thursday, May 15th, 2008 -- Your energy level may be lower than usual today, leaving you to feel somewhat discouraged. Perhaps the most sensible option is to just take it easy for now. Don't waste your time worrying if you don't have enough physical strength to take on a major project. Your stamina will return soon enough; in the meantime, get some much-needed rest.


I wake up at 6. Go to school, try to leave early so I can nap before work, and then work until 11. Sleep around 12, 12:30. Get up at 6 and do it all over again MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY.


Dear Horoscope.com,

YOU'RE A CREEPER.




Anyway, after almost falling asleep on I-95 this morning, I stopped at 27/4 (not a typo) and got the biggest coffee there (paid in change cos I'm a broke ass nigga) and I'm feeling okay now even though I'm full of poop - the coffee was worth it cos I'm not half as tired as I should be (it'll probably catch up with me in Moon's class, though, as usual.)

Tomorrow's a half day. Word is that Cooke's taking us to see the Frida Kahlo exhibit? HOLLA. Then piercing with Boobfacearina. HOLLA AGAIN.

The party was okay I guess. People left earlier than I'd hoped and some that I'd hoped wouldn't show up would never leave. None of it matters though, considering my mother and Ken finally met and now, after almost a year and a half, I can fucking breathe again. No more "sleeping at Angela's" and no more mysterious gifts and no more hiding. I can already feel that our relationship has enhanced just because that stress is gone. He feels so much better now that he's not a secret anymore, and I feel so bad that it had to be that way. After the fact, my mom said I should've never kept it a secret from the start, yada yada, whatever I don't even wanna talk about it I just want to keep living and loving and I'm just really happy that my happiness is no longer confined.

So today, for my birthday, my mom took me shopping, where I found myself crying in a dressing room. Two malls, a Wal-Mart and a Fashion Bug - NOTHING. It got to the point where my mom felt so bad that she rushed to buy the one pair of plain black capris I was remotely satisfied with, regardless that they were ridiculously expensive. Also made out with a five dollar bag and some uncomfortable shoes that I might wear to prom.


Uggggh.

I've noticed ever since going vegetarian I don't poop as much. I can never recall when I poop, and at least once a week I feel constipated. Now, you know when you're about to take like, a lethal shit, and you get those warm lethal farts? Well I had those ALL weekend, but every time I took a seat on the throne - NOTHING.

Today I went to my cousin's to start taking my dreads out. We got about half done, but if you count the clump we're gonna have to cut out, then it might be 75%. Anyway, her roommate Marc stopped by Wawa and brought back a half gallon of chocolate milk for me (my period's next week and chocolate milk seems to be this month's craving).

NOTE: I'm lactose intolerant.

So I downed the shit out of that chocolate milk and SHAZAAAM, I'm pretty sure I pooped out everything that's been stuck up there for the past however many months I've been meatless. IT WAS AWESOME.



Oh yeah, and it's my birthday. Eighteen. Oh.