HUGE GIVEAWAY!
One winner! - will be chosen March 7th!
We’re all really close friends in real life, and we either didnt use this stuff, or had doubles so we decided to make a giveaway for all our wonderful followers :)
You must be following all of us, if youre not, youre disqualified
naturallybrunete & crystallizedcats & crystallized-teardrops
You will win:
1) ONE NEW MACBOOK (UNUSED) - he got it because his old one didnt work, and then it started working again ahha
2) a pair of rayban sunglasses
3) body lotion (pink)
4) a bunnnch of perfume
5) a barely used white iphone
*Any questions about the giveaway, then ask.
*Likes dont count!!
*REBLOG as many times as you want to increase your chances
* must also reblog this video! (most reblogs on it will most likely win!) http://www.tumblr.com/reblog/17967229461/lYjrP4dA
we’ll ship anywhere in the world, so dont worry about that and we’ll pay!
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GOODLUCK <3
life can suck it.
Suck it realllll good.
Oh! I went to the dance, it was supahh fun:D
But who honestly cares about that? It was like a month ago. (I’m just a littttle behind with my blogging)
Anywho, lets rant about my latest problems.
WOOT FOR ISSUES.
Nawt.
But yes, lately my life has been great. Mainly because of my medication…(I’m not crazy, I swear) but nowww, life in general decides to get really poopy.
The man I’m in love with, the kid who’s my best friend EVER has changed.
Lets back track here for all of you that don’t know;
My best friend went to bootcamp to prepare for the Navy. Fucking dick, I know, leaving his best friend behind and all. Pft. Hahha. Anywho, he loved me before he left, but I was too preoccupied by some doucher that I shouldn’t have even considered being with… again. I know, I know, I’m stupid. Cool. But yeah, about 2 or 3 weeks into him being gone, I realized that I was actually in love with him, not the doucher. So I wrote him a letter about it. Annnndd, guess what?!
I never got one back.
Everyone else did, yep.
But not his best friend.
Not the girl he loved.
So then finally his last day of bootycamp arrived, and he got his phone and internet back. I talked to him.
He’s changed to say the least.
So, I brought it up eventually. The letter, and him changing. And he gave me the whole “It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s that I’m so far away it’d suck for both of us” bullshit.
And me, being the almost-17-year-old girl that I am, fell for it. Even though I knew better than to do so.
Two days later I find out he likes, and has liked, one of my best friends. Whom of which at the time was dating his good friend, so HA.
But boohoo for me, I fail at life when it comes to loooovee. You have no idea…
But back to my nearest issue. My really, REALLY good friend Patty one day stopped talking to me all randomly. And I was all “okay, that’s cool. Right when I need you most, leave me. S’ALL GOOD”
So I talked to him about it, he was all ‘I needed to stop talking to you and needed to act like a TOTAL AND COMPLETE ASSHOLE to get over you. But now we can be friends. So, yayyy, party”
And me, being the KIND, GENEROUS, LOVING person I am was all “oh, alright. Cool. WOOHOO, FRANZ.”
So last night I called him, completely high off of my ass on my sleeping pills (dont ask…) and near tears.
He was having a party with the boy I love’s friends (weird, right? Considering Patty hated them all a week ago.)
The whole time they took this opportunity to call me a “bitch” “slut” “ugly” and a whole bunch of other kind things.
Why?
“Because she cant get over Nixon”
Okkayyy, hold up fuckfaces,
You have NO idea who I am first of all because I’ve NEVER EVEN TALKED TO YOU,
Secondly, you’re probably so douchey and ugly that you’ve never felt love before because no girl wants to get near you,
Thirdly, HOW THE HELL DOES THAT MAKE ME ANY OF THOSE THINGS?! If anything, it makes me quite the opposite.
So fuck you, “Navy friends”.
Fuck you, Patty for not standing up for me and hanging up on me instead and leaving me to cry myself to sleep for the first time in ages.
Fuck you “Nixon” for doing the one thing you swore you’d never do (change).
And fuck me, for believing you’d be the first to actually come through with that promise.
AGH. I HATE BOYS. I HATE BEING IN HIGHSCHOOL. AND I HATE BEING A GIRL.
>:[
Okay, bye.
I’m about to tear off my own leg.
I figure if I can find a piece of wood, I’ll be able to shape it into a peg leg in a matter of hours.
Oh, by the way, I hurt my sciatic nerve in my left thigh while stretching before dance (nope, not while dancing, mind you, I’m not cool enough for that)
I didn’t even make it ten minutes into my new Jazz class without killing myself.
Only me, I suppose.
Anywho,
Theres this dance comin’ up, right? Our first dance ever for our school. (We’re not incredibly lame, our school just opened this year) Yeah, well, It’s called “Crave”. (apparently we couldn’t call it a rave because of drugs and shit, so we added ‘candy themed’ in front of it. So yes, we’re now having a candy land rave. Candy+Rave= Crave. Get it now? Eh?) We even have an awesome flashmob planned out. Yeuup.
Legit, am I right? Am I right?
Yeah. I’m always right.
Except one minor detail…
I DON’T KNOW WHO I’M GOING WITH OR WHAT I’M WEARING OR ANYTHING.
If you’re a dude, you’re probably all “eh, whatever” and I sorta am. (Sorta am “eh, whatever”, not sorta am a dude.„I wish.) but like, theres just too many things to choose from. I can either;
A.) Go with my best friend. Which I really wanna do, but she’s not sure on her plans yet either, and that could fall through last minute.
B.) Hangout with my semi-good friend, who’s inviting the very new, very attractive, and very slick boy to her house along with a few other friends. They’ll all be spending the night, and going together the next day. Problem with that is, I might be the odd one out. Boo. Plus side? HE’S SO ATTRACTIVE. MY GOD. MARRY ME ALREADY.
C.) I could go with my friend that asked if I wanted to go with her and assumes I do (Technically I didn’t say ‘yes’, I just mumbled…) She always knows how to have a good time, yeah, but she can seriously get on my nerves. Especially lately. I’m pretty sure she was dropped on the head as a baby.
I’M SO NICE.
And then the second delema:
What do I wear?
Dun Dun Dun
A dress? Some jeans and a cute top? A skirt pulled over a tee? High heels or flats? Hair up hair down? Jewelry or none? Straighten my hair or leave it curly? Maybe wavy instead? WHAT TO DO, OH WHAT TO DO?!
I’d be nice if the all-knowing Gods of whatever showed up right about now.
Oh, great. I also just remembered that I forgot to buy my ticket today.
Merr.
Wish me luck. I’ll need it.
