my family

I was born in Las Vegas Nevada.
When I was seven years old, we moved to Oklahoma.
I am now in an honor orchestra.
I live with my mother, step-grandmother, step-grandfather, and my young brother.
I have a cat named Yugi.
My mom has two cats named Salem and Tigger. (no, Tigger is not orange with black stripes).
My step-grandmother has 5 cats named Kim, Leo, Temple, Moxie, and Slurpie.
She also has two dogs named Missy and Tiger.
Missy is a golden retriver.
Tiger is a deerhead chihuahua.

My step-greatgranmother's grey poodle, Tina, had to be put down a week ago. :(


Missy was in stage 4 with heartworms. We were able to beat it.

We just found out that my step-aunt is having her second baby. She is only 22.

My best friend/sister Breana: her cousin Ericka had a baby named Paslynn. I think that's how you spell it. Hmmm...

The guy that I have been crushing on all year has a supposed "dream girl" and asked her out.

She said that she would if she didn't have a boyfriend.

She gave him her number instead.

They are the same age but 2 grades apart.

That guy isn't very smart.
   He was ecxtatic when he got a B+ in Language.

I am making a 107% in Science.

I don't even do extra credit.

Don't call me a teacher's pet.

Or else I will personally slice off your fingers starting with your thumb.

No, I'm not "lucky", I'm blessed.

Team Edward all the way.

I hate my friend Kalista's boyfriend, Micah.
Know why?

He pushed my other best friend Emily. On. The. Bleachers. In. The. Gym.  Fifth. Step.

   Grrrrrr............

I also despise a girl named Nikki.
"Do unto others as you would want them to do unto you."

You get the picture: she treated my badly, I gave her what she deserved. She got mad at me. Almost slapped me. Keyword: ALMOST. She's a talker, not a fighter. When I first arrived in Oklahoma, people thought that I was the goody-two-shoes-Oh-miss-teacher-lady-you're-my-favorite kind of girl.
Wrong-o. No winner

Don't treat me badly. I'll hurt you if you hurt me. And don't you dare put me into therapy. I'll kill the therapist.
Therapist (for the 100th time): And how does that make you feel?
Me: I don't know. How does this feel? -:-grabs knife and slits throat-:- Ouchies, huh? And no, I'm not paying you. Too expensive. Bye!


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I forgot 2 tell you, I considered myself suicidal. It was actually pretty fun. Knife to the throat, jumping in front of speeding cars, Telling deranged gang members to shoot me. (If they dared kill a girl).

Good times, Good times......






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"Don't be afraid. I'm not mental, I'm just crazy. Hee hee hee hee!!!!!"

    -ME