My final days

So I am writing this post in my final day as a teenager, sad I know.

Society frowns upon teenagers and now I suppose I will have to turn on all of you that are still youngins and sneer at the way you drive with your silly little N's and L's, and the way you dress, and the way you have to peirce everything.

And my friend Britney just assured my that "20 is the new 15" so in that case forget everything I said in the paragraph above. Although I still may sneer and judge those few because thats how I roll and hey, you have to respect me I am your elder.

Good bye cruel teenage world............ and hello to a life of wrinkle cream and depends

Screw this, I just wanna be a Disney Princess

Admit it the title strikes a little place close to home doesnt it........yes it does. I have realized that Disney has given me unrealistic expectations for love, those bastards.

For example when my mother was in an 'evil' mood making me do chores no men in tights tried to get into my teenage pants, let alone sing sweet nothings to me by the well. Mind you I didnt really have animal friends but living on Quadra there was always deer in the yard, they just didnt take kindly to me talking to them.

Or when I would go down to the beach and swim infront of a certain someones house pretending that maybe he could be my Prince Eric, he is quite tall, dark and handsome. WBut instead I would just look like a total fuck wad tring to be a mermaid no wonder he never came down, especially if he heard me singing, a part of your world to him, mind you Eric liked it so why wouldnt all boys.

Or how about dropping your shoe purposly on a stairwell so that a certain someone would come and find you and slip it on your foot..... too bad I had to wear mens shoes....... ok so now I see why that didnt work. I suppose it's not really jive for straight men slipping shoes on other men.

Oh well I suppose I will just have to search the world for a beast that I can make love me so I can break his enchanted spell..... maybe just maybe.....

Just a little K-Fed up

So I have been in a bad mood for the past few days, 75% about the dentist and 25% of people. (yea thats right I got the math right) So you know from my last post about how I feel about the dentist but you don't know so much about the people that are suffocating my world.

Like take this for example I decided I am gunna come home for my birthday but I have been stressing about it because of other people and what they had planned for it. But the truth is that it's my birthday and all these people can just mind their own buisness and leave me alone. They can either party with me or they can just fall in a hole. However there is a certain somebody that is pissed off but it's not my fault that she was using me as an out to her life, boo too you.

So I am gunna try to just brush it off and have myself a happy little birthday, and by the by if yuo happen to be on the island, you are invited cuz I am gunna party hardy (as much as one can in CR) ha ha

Fear and Loathing in Vancouver

Alright so for the past few days I have not been able to sleep or go through the day without sudden panic attacks. Why is this you ask, it's because I am going to the dentist on tuesday for my first filling, in which I have to get three.
And I am asuming that everyone reading this knows me, and by knowing me you know that my greatest fear is needles... which leads to pain. And so far my interpritation of a filling involves needles and pain.
So you can tell that I am SUPER DUPER excited to do this, and by super duper I mean scared and crying and nerve attacks.
I seriously think that I am gunna have to get a precsription of like Vicadin or something for all of my life issues that I am probably gunna have to deal with in my life. Because I think I am a truley paranoid person that just need to relax the fuck up!!!