(insert cliche here)

i got redbull and vodka up in my haaaand.

you look kinda cute in that polka-dot bakini girrrrrl.

this what i wanna do, take off that polka-dot bakini girrrrrl.

drink all dayyy, play all niiight, let's get it poppin'.

i'm in miami biiiitch.

and that is how i feel currently. now if only that was what was actually happening. sadly it's not, instead i'm on the phone with fucking new york nick, who seems to get more annoying everytime i talk to him. i wish he didn't but he does. finally! he's done. mmk anyway things have been weird as of late. let me count the reasons why:

1. my mood- soo unusual, i find EVERYBODY annoying as fuck. i never want to be around everybody i love and am familiar with. i do want to be around strangers who i don't know at all, and don't really want to. i just want them there for me to do what i please with.

2. my feelings toward the male race: i actually brok up with somebody for me. not them, me. and i did it so he doesn't hate me. i also, for once, am not even interested in going after anybody. what happens, happens.

3. what happened when i was dating him: usually i'm like a total whore with my men, but we didn't even make out, just kisses. soo weird. i didn't even want to do anything else.

4. jealousy factor: seeing couples, excluding one, doesn't make me hate them of the fact that i don't have what they do. i see them, excluding one, and think of how cute they are, then secretly wish them luck. whereas before, i passed out dirty looks like it was my fucking job and wanted to stab them for liking eachother. but but but, little things that never, well not often, bothered me before eat me away.

5. i don't want sex: yea i know weirrrrrrrd. like, don't get me wrong, if it was offered at the right time by anybody from a select list, i would sooo go for it. but, i'm not like chasing it, and i happy with that. please do NOT make comments on this, because i will punch you.

6. my head: i seriously considered shaving my head. i also am planning on hitting up wally world and buying some color and going for a change. yes my mom will FUCKING FREAK, but i don't even really care. it's my hair, if she doesnt like it that's not my problem. i mean what can she really do? ground me? psh i'll still leave when i want.

7. that ^: when did i start actually not caring?

mmk well the list is longer but i don't feel like going on.