FACEBOOK IS THE BEST INVENTION SINCE SLICED BREAD.
No... that's not good enough.
FACEBOOK IS THE BEST INVENTION SINCE THE HUMAN.
And if anyone dares to think otherwise, please leave a comment and I will gladly prove you wrong.
I just started an account yesterday, and already I have 12 friends.
I thought I was doing awesome... Until I saw Nat's also-brand-new profile.
She has 30 friends.
I am not joking.
Over twice as much as me.
I don't now how she did it...
Aaaaaaaaaaand, one of her new Facebook friends just happens to be Daniel.
THE Daniel, as in the one that Strawberry just adores, and that none of us ever talk to.
Hmmmm, I must go bother her about this...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
I love/hate you, but I just hate myself
According to Romeo, Juliet's window is the East, and Juliet is the sun.
According to Edward, Bella is the comet that lit up the dreary night sky that was his life.
According to Leo, however, I'm just a goofy friend.
Why? Why must people like Romeo and Edward always be fictional characters?
I mean, there's always happy endings for them, right?
Well, not exactly Romeo, because he and Juliet die...
So, maybe my life is perfectly fine, since neither Leo or I hae died yet.
Okay, sorry 'bout that.
Anyway, Strawberry has fallen in love with this guy who just moved in next door to me.
Here's the catch, though...
She's never seen him.
She doesn't even know his name.
I could just cry. We used to think that Strawberry crushed on every guy she met, but a guy she didn't meet?
That's going just a bit too far, don't you think?
The song of the week (see bottom of blog): Crush by David Archuleta
According to Edward, Bella is the comet that lit up the dreary night sky that was his life.
According to Leo, however, I'm just a goofy friend.
Why? Why must people like Romeo and Edward always be fictional characters?
I mean, there's always happy endings for them, right?
Well, not exactly Romeo, because he and Juliet die...
So, maybe my life is perfectly fine, since neither Leo or I hae died yet.
Okay, sorry 'bout that.
Anyway, Strawberry has fallen in love with this guy who just moved in next door to me.
Here's the catch, though...
She's never seen him.
She doesn't even know his name.
I could just cry. We used to think that Strawberry crushed on every guy she met, but a guy she didn't meet?
That's going just a bit too far, don't you think?
The song of the week (see bottom of blog): Crush by David Archuleta
Sunday, March 8, 2009
No, I am not a gorgeous, blond, popular cheerleader.
I'm just Kim.
A young teenager who does well in school, hangs out with her friends, shops, and does everything she can to be considered happy and content.
Do I obsess over my weight?
As if! Tell that to the chocolate covered peanuts and non-Diet Coke I just devoured.
Do I have a boyfriend? Errrrrrrrrrr...
Am I a pro at applying make-up and watching reality shows?
Does dirt count as make-up and does the World Cup count as a reality show?
Am I a normal teen?
Um, according to other people, not really, no.
A young teenager who does well in school, hangs out with her friends, shops, and does everything she can to be considered happy and content.
Do I obsess over my weight?
As if! Tell that to the chocolate covered peanuts and non-Diet Coke I just devoured.
Do I have a boyfriend? Errrrrrrrrrr...
Am I a pro at applying make-up and watching reality shows?
Does dirt count as make-up and does the World Cup count as a reality show?
Am I a normal teen?
Um, according to other people, not really, no.
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