trancearoundtheworld.

So here I set, my windows open, the fan and ac on and a scented candle lit.

My, my room smells of all the bad stuff.

Glasses, outlined eyes, hair blow dried to death/perfection. I feel pretty. Nerdy yet pretty. Couldn’t be fucked to be put on lenses.

Diet coke. Diet? 3 month diet plan over the summers. If facebook teaches you anything, its that you have to have great hair and a great body to get anywhere in college.

I hate taking pictures of myself, the stupid ass photograph man kept saying smile but with eyes open. I'm like listen mister that isn’t bloody possible. So we end up fighting and we end up taking a picture with no smile but with eyes open. Ima look so mad in my bloody class picture yaar. And to think, I even put on make up so that this wouldn’t be one of those ugly ID pictures that you hate to show.

Bah, god, you shouldve made me photogenic.

Oh well whatever, on the way back my brother and I hijack the music and put on stuff to bug my mom. Little did we know that she would get so very disturbed, not mention confused.

Who’s this singer?

Gwen Stefani.

What the hell is she saying?

That this shit is bananas.

SO wait, let me get this straight, she doesn’t ‘holla’ back but her shit is like bananas?

Fo shixxle ma nixxle.

WHAT?

Forget it mom.

Hahahaha. Two teenagers in the house man. My parents are so going to want to kill us soon.

Room still stinks. Blah.