The names Samantha. Nicknames: Sammi, Sam, Mantha, Sammich. Call me whatever floats your boat. I'm from the Vietnam, babes.
I always care a little bit too much. [...]
I'm a beta reader, so if there's any piece of writing that you want me to proofread before sending off for publication, just shoot me a PM and I'd be happy to help you!
:] <3 If you don't know me, get to know me. You'll have me for life.
Song: Silence
Mood: Dead, Sad.
Dead:
Swing was probably ten times more worse than yesterday. My legs are both so sore, I can barely walk and I can't get up without assistance, or I'll fall back on my ass. :[ I feel like falling apart. Literally.
Sad:
My friend that I haven't seen for four years, my first best friend in Fontana, has come back today, and I CAN'T SEE HER! She is less than ten miles from me--and I can't see her. :[
Kay, my darling, you were wrong.
Today got worse.
My new avatar is, sadly, not me.
:]
I put it up as a motivator for me to grow my hair that long again.
Not to mention that she's absolutely gorgeous and I'm jealous of whoever this random model is.
Song: {Addicted by Kelly Clarkson}
Moods: Pooey, Raped
Only Clarkson song I like. :] <3
Pooey:
Only one main mood today--pooey. Dance was horrible today. HORRIBLE. My partner has successfully achieved in setting us ten steps back. He forgot the choreography. All of it. We're performing next month. And he can't get through less than half of the routine without slamming into me and knocking me over. He also sliced my leg with his shoe today. Bout five inches big, stings like hell, flesh wound, it bled like a motha. He was apologizing all over the place, that he was like tripping over himself--I couldn't be mad at him, but I do have a right to be thorougly and utterly frustrated. On the bright side, we managed to get through the grapevine without him bringing me so close that we slammed into each other, TWICE! Haha, so ecstatic, I jumped on him like a monkey and was squealing like an insane person. Then one of my friends decided to be a little betch and just says out loud "He pulls you in because of all the sexual tension in between you two!"
Gad. Bitch.
Man, do you know how AWKWARD it is to have your ex in dance with you? (Different ex, I'm talking about, not the usual ex.) I usually have to go through that every dance practice, but lately, its been shifting... We're starting to become best friends again--like before all this bad blood went on between us. Exes that are best friends--kinda weird. Dang, seriously, he's much cuter this year than last year. Ahha, he's told me that I've changed too. SO, even though I'm not feeling any romantic feelings towards him, my FEMALE best friend (who is his partner) tells me that he was talking to her, about he could feel sparks "flying" through us again.
Sparks? Like sparkly things? And they're flying? Unless the pull is strong; VERY STRONG; I don't like going back with exes. TWO REASONS.
1. Every single bf I ever had pulled some dumbshit move that hurt me alot.
2. I'm married!
This particular ex made sure that I wasn't invited to his "party." Smart move to invite our friends right in front of me then run away. After my friends pestered him about what an ass he was being, he comes up to me, holding out his invite, saying "you want this?"
After ignoring me for about two weeks, I broke up with him.
:[ That break up was particulary painful--but its nice to know that we're becoming close again.
NOT TOO CLOSE THOUGH!
Raped:
My bitch friend from earlier did a dumbshit move today. She comes stumbling out of nowhere, grabbing onto me and my friend. I'm squealing like a little baby, and she grabs me until all three of us are standing in a little huddle. We're not doing anything. Then, the little pervert starts humping us! Gad! It was sick and I wanted to barf.
Warning: A bit R-rated material.
And I don't care if she only has orgys with girls, it was still weird--cuz I really just met her like a few months ago.
Song: {Baby Its Cold Outside by: Ray Charles and Betty Carter}
Moods: Violated, TIRED, WTF, Christmasy
Personally, this is the best version of Baby Its Cold Outside. The best. God! Ray Charles is SUCHA man! My god! If he was alive and not elderly, I would so become his lover stalker. Mmmm.
Violated:
Ah! I was like brain raped today! Guy three from other post! Ah! Perverted leech! Perverted! I walk past him--walked quickly, and I hear him go "Yum." Must I elaborate on how disgusted I feel right now? PRETTY DISGUSTED. Stupid bag of . . . I'm so flustered I can't think of anything witty. I'll just say bag of shit for now.
Tired:
Haha, I fell asleep in English today. My evil teacher killed my favorite subject. She started talking about chocolate eclairs and other random crap. And I'm falling asleep. I'm fighting it, FIGHTING MY LITTLE ASS OFF. But then, at some point, I just thought, "[insert curse word here] it. I'm sleeping." And to make it less noticeable that I was asleep, I put my pencil in my hand and put it up in the air. HAH! It looked like I was writing. But I'm still tired. Tired of her endless yacking.
WTF:
Have any of you read "Lord of the Flies." My god, I swear, they all turn gay. At least, Jack and Ralph do anyway. They SO have the hots for each other. Jack is all taking off his coat and Ralph is checking him out "admiringly". Haha and Jack was all sweaty and his shorts were sticking to him. Ralph is all staring at him. Oh, and they apparently take a bath together and laugh and splash water at each other. xD But Jack goes psycho and like...rapes a pig. And Piggy, the best friggin character in the book, DIES! Stupid Roger threw a boulder at him and Piggy fell off of the cliff ((forty feet)) Aww, I related to Piggy a bit. He suffered from asthma (like me) and nobody wanted to talk to him because he couldn't do anything strenuous (like me) or else he'd go into an asthma attack. God, this book is so crazy!
Christmasy?
I'm going caroling in two weeks. For the first time. Ever. xD UGH, its disgusting, all these houses look like they've been barfed on with flashy Christmas decorations. ALREADY. Its crazy. This is all for Jesus Christ's birthday. Y'know, seriously, not everybody is Christian or Catholic or Mormon or etc... I'm a Buddhist! (gots to teach you peeps about that one day.) This holiday is so wide-spread, that I don't think its about Jesus anymore--its about the presents! Fsho. Haha, and being grateful goes OUT THE WINDOW.
Kay--you happy now? :]
Song: {Rehab by: Rihanna} GASP! I usually HATE her.
Moods: Anxious, bad
Anxious:
Jazz concert next Friday. Then Saturday, vocal recital with my vocal teacher. Damn. I hate the "jazz" song I'm singing! Ahh! Come Sail Away? Really? I've been singing it everyday since August. I look bored as crap up there. And my band teacher is like "LOOK EXCITED SAMANTHA! COME SAIL AWAY!" So I'm just standing there at the mic "Uh okay. Come sail away. Come sail away. Come sail away with me...?" So I have to be excited during the concert to get the audience to sing along. Gladly, my lovely peeps, rather you than me. Haha and I do NOT want to sing at the recital. Why? Just don't wanna. I am so DONE with that opera song.
Bad:
Ohoho, I have done it again. Rejected three guys today. Guy number one: Crush on me since 3rd grade. Guy number two: Became my friend because he was apparently wayyy too physically attracted to me when we first met. Guy number three: He's the best one out of them all! He pulled me aside today and said "I want you, now." and I just said "Uh. No, you dumbass. Get off of me." Then I kneed him when he refused to! Ohhh yay, broken hearts AND broken nuts!
Kay, you have just raised my expectations of like, everybody now. Thanks a lot!
I'm kidding.
I love you!
