OH MY GOD.

Blogger is so effing gay. It took me twenty minutes to sign into this stupid thing because they switched to Google accounts. I had to get my password reset and it's super frustrating. I don't even like this account that much. I just figured I'm gonna want my posts in the future. Or something. I would like my own web address so I can actually do stuff to my page but I don't know how (hinthelphint).

Now that that rant is done, now to what I was going to say.

I don't really remember. Except I was going to say how BORING life is. I don't do anything and I don't like doing anything but sitting here on my fat butt and complain to nonexistant readers that don't even care. "...in a world that could never wrap it's head around [her] (so don't even try)." Yeah, quoting The Boy With the Thorn in his Side. That book is amazing. I'm actually trying to type it all up on the computer and I've done a couple of pages. I doubt I'll ever finsih. Pete is writing another book called The Rainy Day Kids and I am so going to get it. I don't know when it's supposed to come out because it got like postponed in February.

Well, I think you'll be entertained to know that I cussed in front of my brother yesterday. What can I say; he was really pissing me off. So I went into the bathroom because I was about to take a shower and I'm going to shut the door and my mom is like, "Wait, let your brother in to brush his teeth first."
So I sighed, and walked past my brother. And then for some reason he goes, "I heard that!"
I didn't say anything, so I'm just like, "Um, I didn't say anything."
And then he freaking goes, "Yes you did!"
Then we go on like that again and I go, "What the hel--ck?"
And my brother's like, "Mo-oom, Livy cussed!"
And so I'm like, "Um duh she's standing right here!" And she started laughing. Yeah.

You know that believe/lie thing I talked about? Yeah, my teacher says it doesn't go with the assignment. So I had to do some gay flower thing. Ughh.

I still hate racquetball, just thought I'd let you know.

I had a dream last night that me and Danny Ettleson liked eachother. NO idea where that came from. I know I really want a boyfriend now, because he was an awesome one in the dream. Phil always asks if some one has asked me to Homecoming, and it's always the same answer (no). He's just like, "I promise some one will ask you." Um, haha, yeah right.

Today when I was walking up to where my mom picks me up near the intersection some idiot is like, "Are you twelve? He wants to hit on you." STFU, okay? What an a**hole. I'm trying not to cuss because I don't want a repeat of last night.


And remember, this is the last one of these little things I'm doing because at first they were funny, but now they're just hard to think of.

PS: Remember Aidon, Cute Math Guy? Yeah, he cut his hair. He is really ugly. Sorry to say it.