I've decided for this to be.
My last form of procrastination before I study for a VERY IMPORTANT Math Practice Final.

Um.

So since no one reads that anyway.

I'll admit what I've spent the latest hour of my life doing.

Reserving Romance Novels from the library.

Since,  none of my local friends know that I am, when at times of boredom, stress or in need of a pick me up, a Romance Junkie I'll rant here. They don't know lots of things.
Like.
Romance Novels have ruined my innocence.

Kind of.
And I love them. Tehe. And contrary to what a few of my friends seem to think. I don't skip pages. Unless it gets too steamy and dull. Which happens but in the good ones. muhaha. Generally I find those with limited/no sex scenes stronger. Generally.

And they don't know that good romance novels can make you feel all happy and *squee*

Sadly there are alot of crappy romance novels out there.
But I do have my standards.

And that is, the novels have to have a good plot. Lovable characters and make me laugh.

Not to mention, I hate overly overly fluffy tales.
So I've reserved the limited space on my library reserve list for:

Julia Quinn.

And a couple Lisa Kleypas books but I only reserved those because i started the series and it wasn't horrid so I feel obligated to finish it. One day.

But Julia Quinn. (can i say I love how she's a Havard Graduate? My idol! kinda lol)

I've only read a couple of her books but I have to say, I loved them.

Honestly and truly loved them.

For those of you who might have come across this read...TO CATCH A HEIRESS

Because it is my favorite historical romance book ever.

(Not that I've read that many, but still)

And the companion, HOW TO MARRY A MARQUIS, is almost as good.

And that is why I've just reserved the whole Bridgeton series.

Anyways. Bottomline: Romance novels, while at times are too sweet to bear, are my secretish addiction.
That's my confession to the world.

Or the few friends I have on livejournal.

Who never read this ;)

I think

that
we should all eat cake.

Because I like cake.
and once again
I'm
making
NO 
SENSE
at all
but thats ok because
;) Imma post that stupid poem I wrote for an entry that I didn't win. Because a) my poem sucked prolly and B) it was a random draw
and that I made everyone read
because I was struck funny by it's dumbness

Crushing

Crazy insanity
Rushing for your attention
U, are my fixation
Stop making me drool
Hothothot
I wish you were mine but..
No, you're gay?
Gone, my heart. Until it starts again.

Seeing how I'm a lazy ass, I never ever make New Year's resolutions.

But this year I will:

1) Be awesome
2) Do stuff
3) Study....*lie*

Not.

Because I hate obligations and even more so, I hate breaking "promises" to myself.

So forget it. I won't make any resolutions and I worship those of you who make them and keep them ;)

However, it really isn't for me. So January 1, 2008 will be just another day for me. Devoid of any new obligaitons. Thank goodness. I already have too much going on. XD

Anyways, today I have a little story to tell even though I bet no one will read it. Because this story is just that awesome and I now worship my annoying cousin.


THE STORY

Yesterday was New Year's Eve, as most people will recall (c'mon it wasn't that long ago!). In honor of the said celebration, my parents forced my sisters, my cousin and I to go to this big religious gathering/celebration where food and really weird juice was served. And then some people danced. Badly. But anyways...

So my middle sister, my cousin and I were forced to kill  about 4 hours strolling about the center which the celebration was being held (just a tidbit, the placce reeked of cow poo. couldn't they rent a better place?). 

Ok, where was I?

Right, so  we were randomly strolling around the stinky hall. Huge hall too. Anyways, my cousin happened to be wearing the same skirt and leggings combo as a bitchy girl in my grade. As we walked by her, said bitchy girl, looked at my cousin and proceeded to yatter out the following dialogue to her...friends..

"Omg, look at that kid, she's gotta be like 5 years old and she's wearing the same skirt as me. OMG!"

Her friends "Uh, ok"

Her "Look at her walk! *imitates hookerlike strut"

Me *nudges cousin and we continue to walk away*

Rude girl: *disses disses*
Me: I wonder why she has nothing better to talk about than someone's skirt..

Anywyas, my cousin doesn't take dissing sitting down. And for someone to call her 5 when she was 12...well I could say that it really put her in a foul foul mood.

And you know what, all the stupid people there seem to act the same as that girl, so my sister and my cousin and I were reduced to our most immature selves when plotting revenge (a perfect time waster for this dull party).

My idea was the most lame, I'll admit.

Mission: "Die ugly girl in the same skirt as cousin" 

Idea 1:  (Me *flush*) "I think that you should borrow my cell phone, walk right up to her. Call your "boyfriend", comment about how this random kid is wearing the same skirt as you and how skanky you think she looks and how she obviously doesn't have the complexion for it, her being to dark and all. (Being pale is considered nice in the "brown" community and my cousin and I both are pretty light. Not a bad diss in that case)

Response: 
Sister: Sima (cousin) doesn't have the guts for that. Nice try nutin.
Sima: Give me your phone.

10 Minutes later: Sima "I couldn't do it! They were too tall and scary"

Me: GAHHH

So in between idea 1 and idea 2, we sit there and randomly chat about how stinky this place is and how rude people are. Which led to the time where my sister's friends randomly waved to a random car passing by. The girls were gifted with the middle finger, for their...friendliness.

Which leads too..

Idea 2

Sister's Idea: I think you should just go up to her. Tap her on the back and give her the middle finger. *Tap* *Finger* *Walk away*
Me: I like. Nice. Straight to the point.

Response:

Sima: *walks away to find evil girl*

10 minutes later

Sima appears, a big, sloppy grin on her face.
Sima "I did it!"

My sister and I are stunned into silence. And then, we force her to spill.

Sima's tale

"So, I found her upstairs, with a bunch of her friends. At first I wasn't sure if I should do it but then I just walked right up to her.

I tapped her on the shoulder.
And then I hesitated, for just a second.
And then I did it.

Just a quick middle finger. And she sure got it. She looked dumfounded. And I think her friends saw too"

Result: *hero worship for sima*

Because no one I've known has actually had the guts to give those what girls like that deserve.

A flip off.
=D

Ok, so now that we've established that all of us are cool, save livejournal, it's time to discuss a very important topic.

And that is.

Why do pen's run out of ink so fast. I mean, every single pen i like, runs out of ink! Just like that. Gone in a month. Or two.

And it depresses me. Because without THAT SPECIAL PEN IN MY GRUBBY LITTLE (ACTUALLY BIG) HAND I FELL EMPTY.

Cold.
Hard.
Like a freaking nerd with no writing utensil which bring out the OOMPH IN HER.

Which basically means that my brain functioning is like 0%. If they hooked me up to a brain meter or whatever they call those thing it'd look like a straight line
like
this

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Now, doesn't that depress you?  It does to me. So maybe my brain wave would look more like =(
or
D=
or any other sad gloomy face...

But yeah. I love my pen. I also love my pencils. They're part of me. And even worse, is when my calculator is missing and I'm in math class. Now that's when i want to go and tear my hair off. At least I haven't lost my calculator yet. Nor has it died on me permanently.

However, my pens do. And so.
If you notice me with big bags, tears streaming. It's because my pen with
Purple ink, a glorious hand grip. 
And love for me.
Died.

I'm glad you realize my depression now. And I hope that you too feel for my poor pen. And my poor empty hand. Anyways...

So I'm off, and going to plan a funeral for my latest dead pen.


Please pray for it.
I'll be in mourning for the next few hours.
RIP Pen.

Really, I don't.

And why livejournal. WHY MUST YOU MAKE US ALL FEEL LIKE SUCH LOSERS
YOU'VE ONLY MADE 2 FRIENDS?
WELL EXCUSE ME
AT LEAST I MADE A FRIEND
UNLIKE YOU
YOU STUPID
BLOGGING
SITE THING.
WHO CAN'T HAVE FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!


YOU'LL NEVER EVER EVER EVER HAVE FRIENDS
AND SO YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE US FEEL BAD
WELL GUESS WHAT!!!

I don't.

In fact.
I think YOU feel like the loser.

Because you know you want my 2 friends.
But you can't have them.
SINCE
YOU'RE
AN INANIMATE SITE!!!

Oh burn.
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