ONE MORE DAY!

OMFGoodles the excitement ees killing me! I NEVER thought this day would come! I am flyin' to Cali tomorrow! Heckz yeah! It gets better! I'm getting new sweaters!  #CrazyApplause


The excitement is taking over me! OMGoodles I'm gonna pass out! Sure, I'm sitting here in a cozy black spinny chair with a straight face writing this post, but if I hadn't my dignity I would be screaming in glee and thrashing enthusiastically. That's what I'm doing inside. If I were doing the above on the outside, a certain killjoy named Samnisha would glare at me and say "Girrrrrl not everyone is as excited as you are." :P Mood killer.


ANyway, I can't wait to talk to you guys at 37,000 feet in the air!


Peace out Meows!

Waiting sucks.

Nine. Days. SO LOOOOOOONG! This is why it sucks being a glamourpuss sometimes.


Speaking of Nine Days ↕

Why must it take so LONG??

California. 14 days is a long wait. There comes a time in every madcap glamourpuss' life when "It'll be there before you know it" doesn't cut it.




I hate waiting.


Good things come to those who wait? Pshh, don't kid yourself. Or at least not to us glamourpusses. 

A Venting Post

I am so pissed at my mom! She just took off last week without me to see The Book of Mormon, which she KNOWS I've always wanted to see, and she know that I've never seen a Broadway show. It gets better. She goes to Sardi's afterward, with her stupid tupid annoying divorcee friends, and HAS A NICE DINNER! Without ME! And Sardi's is one of the most prestigious restaurants on stupid tupid Broadway! A bunch of theatre people go there! How considerate, Mom.

Hoteeeeeeels!

I am trying to find a hotel for my mom because we're going to California in exactly 18 days (Yayyyyyy!) and my mom STILL hasn't booked a hotel yet. I am trying to convince her to book a suite at either the Ritz-Carlton or the Hyatt. Although I'm really really hoping for the Sheraton, because it has a spa, and even being a dyed-in-the-wool glamourpuss, I have never ever been to a spa, ever. And I am going to beautify myself  (or at least try) before I have to go to my 80-year-old grandma's birthday party. Please suggest hotels in the comments!

I'm A Diva!

Talk to the mirror 
Oh, choke back tears!
And keep telling yourself that


I'm a diva!


Panic! at the Disco, "There's A Good Reason Why These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet" (Yes, that is the whole title.)

Back to School

I'm baaaaaaaaaaack!


I went back to school last week and I got the weirdest schedule ever. I have FRENCH first period with Mrs. Jett, and then I have physical education second period, with Mr. Khalouf (kay-loff), third period English with Mrs. Akinkuowo (a-kin-ko) AKA Jumpy Smiley Lady. I was a little put off by Mrs. A's disdain for spontaneity,
while she was taking roll the first day:


Mrs. A: Grace?
Me: MEOW!
Mrs. A (sternly): Grace, please say "here."
Me: Oh....okay....(quietly) Here.


AND she gave me homework on the first day.


On the good side I have science with Mrs. Riegle, and she has six cute turtles and 7 snails.


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnd I am switching to Chorus. My other classes are junk!