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let's get real

"You couldn't make me feel alright if you stapled your tongue to my clit and stood on a cement mixer" I'm not sure how I feel about that quote. But I typed it up, so that must say something.

aiight, fo realisies, up in here up in here these are words

also: not proud of this: but can we settle a dispute that's going on in my sad, sad head? ok. please. please. tell me. which one. is hotter. please? please.

LEFT or RIGHT? be real with me. this shit matters. 

germaphobia........the recovery!

okay, so can i get like, a round of applause for my recent strides in germaphobialand? i'm not sure if vccs did this shit to me, but i'm supah cocky right now, and i want some damn praise. yeah, i blame vc.

anyway, i'm like, totally less germaphobic recently, and it has been awesome. i don't think about it that often, and when i do, it's like: holy shit, did you just do that and not worry about germs?! go meghan go meghan go meghannnn!

recent things that i wouldn't have done a year ago:

- went into school bathroom to check myself out----did not utilize opportunity to wash my hands.
- fucking peed in a damn portapotty bitches at the wbl football game!! that word looks dumb as hell spelled out
- wore shorts to school, numerous times, got my uncovered upper thighs all ova those desk chairs!
- went to caribou last weekend; fucking used my laptop charger, plugged it in and put it on the table---and didn't disinfect when i got home! fuck it!


really proud guys. real proud.

anarchy.

i'm having a lot of trouble with adults lately. they be bitches and i am sick of them telling me what to do. i know that's incredibly cliche, but like holy gawwwwd, it's like back the fuck up. back. the. fuck. up. i hate to tread in these stereotypical waters, but like, i'm almost 18, i can fucking handle my shit without them on me.

today has just really released the rebel inside of me.

one, chem teacher from fucking hell, who treats us like toddlers, yelled at me today in front of a silent classroom. in my second hour, compared to my awful first hour, the teacher treats us like college students and we can do whatever the fuck we want because it effects us and we know how to get shit done. if we don't, it's our own fault. well, my chem teacher doesn't get that. i had finished the assignment (due tomorrow) in class, 25 minutes before the bell. there is another assignment due friday, but it takes like 5 min to do, and like, i wanted to be prepared for the notes on that day by doing it more around then. so, i get out my AP gov homework, like an efficient student, and she leans across the table, looks at me with one of the bitchier faces i have ever encountered and asks what i am doing. it was so incredibly awkward. she just kept asking questions, like that's her way of yelling. she asks questions in a condescending, harsh, sarcastic tone, and it was creepy.

"why do you have that out?"
uh...i finished
"really? you finished?"
yeahh...
"you read the entire textbook? really?"
no....
"because that seems pretty hard to believe. read the expectations of my classroom. put that stuff away, now."

like, what the fuck lady, back the fuck up. i gave her the stank eye, muttered "what the" as she glared at me (it was like a full-on power struggle) and then i took out my (completed) chem stuff. BUT GUESS FUCKING WHAT. i pulled out my stuff then sat back and closed my eyes. IN FRONT OF HER. STARING AT ME. cuz that's how fuck you i felt. if she isn't going to let me be productive for a class that actually matters, she doesn't deserve my respect.

and then other shit happened but i'm too tired to recount that.

my fav emmy dresses

finally! she gets it right! make up sucks tho

 gorgeous choice as per usual

 she's at the wrong award show, but amazing

 this seems to be her signature style....and i actually like it. not a princess girl, and she knows it. 

 stud

 very couture? not sure why i like it. 

 love except for out-of-place bowtie

 *swoon*

(this is what i'm doing instead of my essay...)

 ...sexy! wrong shoes. 

 *no words*

 cute but hair be distractin as hell

 love the colors

subtle imitation

what i look like in my head:




what i actually look like:

_______________

okay let's go through the reasons why that didn't work at all:

one: my hair color is clearly no where near hers.
two: in my head, i know i look like that bottom picture. so now im straight up lying for a joke that's not succeeding in the slightest.

http://bcuzimbored.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-and-my-siss-vagina-bffls.html

best

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MICHAELCERA

"LOOK AT THAT FACE. THAT'S A MOMMA'S BOY FACE." (...~miss congeniality two)

 (and for anyone who was wondering what the HELL nia be talkin bout dis morn)