One Hour Photo/ Alice in Wonderland/ Myspace Status’ . . .

Is it just me, or every time I see Myspace status it ALWAYS has something like,

“I love Him.”

“I miss him so much.”

Or something at least that cheesy. Who is ‘him’ anyway?!  Most of the people that even type

that crap don’t have a ‘him’ in the first place.

My weekend so far was pretty. . . decent. My friend came over. She said she likes me though why

is she always putting me down and gloating how she got a better role then me in our play?

I asked her questions such as, “Is the creator of Gaia a female?” I was thinking of the item

called ‘Gaia-sama’ which made me think that the creator was a woman. She replied with. . .

“SORRY TO TELL YOU MELORA BUT THE CREATOR IS A MALE.”

With a little snobby voice. Then my mum’s friend came over, (Elyse)

And Amanda could not stop bragging about how she was Alice and her families past and what not.

And she wondered why I was feeling uncomfortable. After all that crap, we went and saw a movie.

( Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus )

Exquisite movie! I HIGHLY recommend it.

Amanda spent the night which was a huge mistake, we argued about the doomsday clock.

She disagreed that anyone would bomb America, I said they would in the future. She

became irritated with me and left. (Yes.)

Then me and Mum watched A movie with Robin Williams that was One Hour Photo.

So sad. I was going to cry. But me being a tough girl, I survived.

How Disapointing. . .

You recall how I said we were having a play?

The Alice in Wonderland one?

Well I was really aiming for the Queen of Hearts. . .

Guess who I got.

I was appointed as the official Arse of the Cheshire Cat.

I cried.

I know I am selfish and childish but I wanted that bloody roll.

Well,  ‘school-life’ seems to be taking a huge shift downward for enjoyment.

Avatar, Bridget’s Diary, Art, Blegh. . .

Avatar.

I watched half today, and will finish the rest tomorrow.

It’s an alright movie, but I wouldn’t buy it on dvd.

Muaha.

But anyway, Great news.

I won first place at the art fair for my school.

o w o

I didn’t even know it was a contest in the first place.

Oh yes, my Mum had me watch the movie

‘Bridget Jones’ Diary.’ The book was better. Renee’ just didn’t fit the part for me.

And the guy that played Mark Darcy, he sounded like a serial murderer.

(( The way his voice is and how he says everything. ))

. . .

Our Tax return is coming soon.

:’)

Har har. . .

I stayed up all night reading Bridget Jones’ Diary ((Good book,)) and weeping

from the though of that Lovely Bones movie ((Good movie,)) while listening to

Unforgettable by Nat King Cole.

(( Good Song. ))

I thought that Daniel and Bridget were so cute until I read the part with the

‘Blond American Giantess’. . .

Poor Bridget.  ; ~ ;

As for my diet, not so good. Me and my Mum went and got coffee and scones at starbucks,

then came home to find chicken nuggets and french fries for dinner, with ice cream.

Oh yes,  I have decided to grow my hair out and try to not cut it or get scissors around it at all, in order to

make it THICKER.

Any tips?

Wow. A decent Friday.

Man, all I could think about today was drama, drama, and drama.

I was soooooo incredibly eager to find out everyone’s roles, when it turned out. . .

We weren’t getting roles until Mr. . . G, got all of his work straightened up.

> :  |

Man. I’m really aiming for a specific role. . .

Guess what role. . . Queen of Hearts! Muaha.

Well now that it is the weekend I get to stay home and watch movies.

Oh yeah, me and my mum are going to go loiter at Barnes n’ Noble tomorrow.

Wooohhhoooo.

School. . .

Well.

Wish me luck. c:

This Jory guy is pretty smart when it comes to microwaving.    : B

Cosplaying. . .

Oh! How I cannot wait!

My mum will be getting me this dress when we get tax return.

The Nerve. . .

“Hi.”

“I want to shave your head.”

“Usually your hair is so greasy!! What did you do? Finally wash your hair?”

Bully’s? I think not. Yes. I hang around this pitiful creatures that

don’t know the meaning of manners. I actually almost cried.

Good thing I had a super hero to save me; My book.

I guess I just can’t find real ones can I? Oh well. I’m planning on

droppingmostof my friends as soon as school ends.

The reason for that is simple.  I don’t want those pathetic

people asking me for money or pills when they are living

on the streets.

“Melora how could you be so heartless?”

“Easily.”

Anyways. I have decided to go on a diet.  Usually when I tell people this they say,

“But you don’t need one.”

Then it makes me think for a bit, which reminds me that; They are friends,

of course they are going to say I don’t need something when in actuality

I do.

I haven’t been drawing alot of pictures recently but oh well.

According to ‘some people’. . . I know you know who I am talking about,

Say “Your faces are so weird.”  “Your Deidara drawing sucks.”  “Not to be mean but,

the cheeks on your anime head sticks out.”

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Last time I checked cheeks stick out from the side, thank you very much.

Complaining.

Hello World.
I guess I would begin now with my day at school.
It was fine. Just your typical day. I had my cheeks pulled on, got a disease from 
getting licked by Chloe,
and was asked out by one of my dearest friends.
Typical day? I think not.
First I had to listen to my friend brag about talking to Jay Monroe 
or whoever that guy is, from the band
Blood on the Dance Floor.
(( Which is our, well used to be my favorite band. ))
"Oh he said I was such~ a good artist~. 
He said I could draw him sometime~! Heheee~"
(( It's not that I wasn't happy for her, but it kind of annoyed me. . . ))
She also had the main singers number, who did she give it to? Not me.
I would've given it to her if I had gotten it.  = /
But oh well.
I'm not as overly obsessed with them anymore.
So far this is just looking like a place to complain 
about people that annoy me.
Muaha. Yes. It will be just that.  =  3 =
Now then I will be getting to something else.
Naruto Shippuden.
First of all it's pronounced "Ship-Puddin'
Not "SHEEPUDEN".
Disney XD and their pronunciations bother me as much as those 
people you see in Barnes n' Noble reading
Twilight, when they are almost 26 years old.
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