Oh hai.
It's the beginning of March break, I'm down in Windsor for the week. I really kinda miss the place, it feels like my actual home. Not just one place specifically, but the whole city in general. My heart is here too, so I guess that makes all the difference too.
It's been a difficult few weeks, but my life is difficult to begin with. I'm never getting my wireless back at my fathers house, my main place of living, because he is too cheap to pay the 25$ a month for it and would rather give his fiance all his money to buy stupid pointless crap with at Value Village. Not trying to bash VV, but they do have some pretty shitty ass stuff that only a stupid cow like my stepmother would buy. On the other hand, I now have a new TV (a very small one) in my room. It gets minimal channels but I do get the news and TMZ, and that's pretty much all I need to fall asleep to.
My birthday just passed, but I don't feel any older. I still feel like I'm 17, or 5 considering I sleep with a Pikachu blanket, a stuffed giraffe, and have been playing Pokemon Diamond almost non-stop since I got it last Saturday. 18 is a nice age, though I plan to hide if I have to vote and don't feel like getting addicted to bingo when I go with my aunts. Hopefully I get my fake soon, because I think I'd rather go barhopping with some friends a few years older than me. Just sayin'.
Something I heard on the news the other day: "Twilight die-hard fans are anxious to see what happens in the next movie. Who will Bella choose?" Holy crap, this made me wake right up and have a little mini rant to myself. If they were real die-hard fans, they would have READ THE BOOK. But Twilight fans are really only little and teenage girls, and pedophile mothers because they only care about the clearly not hot shirtless guys on the widescreen. The books and screenplays are so poorly written. Jacob doesn't have a tattoo! (Just throwing that in there) Sure, I've read the books and I liked them when they were unpopular and good for a teen "romantic" thing, but really, it sucks. I think Stephanie Whatsherface should die, or just stop basing teenage books off pornographic dreams she has about dead sparkly things.
I really have nothing else to say, but if someone could find me a 32GB iPod touch for all my purdy musics, that would be cool.
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