martedì 31 luglio 2007

but hes mine!



Gavin DeGraw was on the radio while I drove home from school tonight.No! nononononononoooooooHes one of those people that I'm protective of and the last thing I want is for 12 year old girls to be running around screaming his name. No fair.

giovedì 26 luglio 2007

WEDDING



i finally finished putting up the last of the pictures from uncle mike and karens wedding* this is my most favorite one out of all *here are a few more cute ones:danny, jimmy, robertdannyme + lauren"kids table"me + hannahana + bobhannah + jeff they be so white, yo.mom + winstonlauren + winterfallon + gerry ha, look at her eyes!my dad did somebody say something about salsa? lol, that was SO funny.and one last one just cause i love my cousin hannah so much. take that miss. thang! ;)

lunedì 23 luglio 2007

another birthday



what do you mean you didn't want a penis for your birthday?!?!

mercoledì 18 luglio 2007

a french boy said i'm his favorite :)



nic from france just emailed me and said...PS : you are my favourite american girlaww. ;)i just had to share since it made me smile.umm, yeah. LIQUOR STORE TIME and then workie, work, work.

lunedì 16 luglio 2007

morning



kim,thats what i look like first thing in the morning.AND NOW IM LATE FOR SCHOOL! raar

sara says it perfectly:



wax patriotic: boys. assholes.

mercoledì 11 luglio 2007

thinking



don't waste the pretty

martedì 10 luglio 2007

image issues



compared to the girls surrounding me i feel like my body is the size of a small yacht.oy.

domenica 8 luglio 2007

calories



one bag of typical caeser salad mix contains as many calories as a mcdonald's quarter pounder with cheese. - shape magazine.

venerdì 6 luglio 2007

por favor



Teaching a group of Spanish speaking three year olds how to cut microwaved waffles with plastic forks and knives is extremely challanging. I totally should have done my Spanish homework...

giovedì 5 luglio 2007

hair



should i get my hair dyed? yes? no?what do you think about red? yes? no?and cut? i'm thinking felicity short. yes? no?

mercoledì 4 luglio 2007

making strides



on october 17th my dad and i are doing another walk for breast cancer. anyone wanna donate?

domenica 1 luglio 2007

"suck my dick"



Ismene taught me basics: Ignoring bad behavior as long as you can stand it. Maintaining quiet lines. How a soft voice can be more effective than a loud voice. Starting out with positive comments to parents before lowering the boom. Waiting patiently for children to answer questions.She also made me laugh."Where's your homework?" she asked a boy."Suck my dick," the boy replied.To everything the boy replied, "Suck my dick." "Suck my dick." "Suck my dick." Every day. "Suck my dick." Ismeme ignored it.Finally, we were delivering the class to gym."Get in line.""Suck my dick."She pulled him out of line by his ear. "Come with me, Esme. I need a witness." I followed.She dragged him into the boy's bathroom. They faced each other. His shoulders lifted and fell in his puffy nylon jacket as he breathed forcefully, indignant about his treatment. "Drop your pants!" She commanded."What! You can't suck my dick!""That, sir, is exactly what I intend to do."His mouth fell open with an audible plop. They stood facing each other without moving for an eternity.At last she spoke. "All year long I've been listening to you: 'Suck my dick! Suck my dick!' Why would you ask for something so ridiculous at school? From your teacher? Either you are completely crazy or you really want me to 'suck your dick,' as you have been insisting. So drop your pants.""No," the mortified boy quavered."Then in the future," she warned in sinewy, deliberate, almost cheerful growl, "be careful what you ask for. Or a certain old lady just ... might ... give it to you." She leaned down and opened both her eyes as wide as they would go and grinned with all her sharp teeth.I don't know how many weeks it was before color returned to that boy's face. I know he didn't say "Suck my dick" for the rest of the year.She was my mentor.*This is from the book Educating Esme. Funny stuff.*