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um. hi. my name is bianca. *waves* i live in california with my two movie star parents, where i spend most of my free time either attending big fancy parties or horseback riding with shirtless men. *wakes up from dream* so, okay, really? my parents are average joes (BESIDES THE FACT THAT THEY ARE STIFLING ME), i avoid fancy parties at all costs, and i don't think i could handle a horse and a shirtless guy at the same time. welcome to my life, a teeming cesspool of teenage angst, incessant complaining, social indiscretions, and lots of sarcasm. bianca fever is everywhere. CATCH IT. my mom says chatting is the root of all evil. i've decided to educate the public. ![]() see, i told you i had friends! look at your own calendar! *greedy*
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(this is composed mainly of xanga hits....rip, xanga)
| something wicked this way comes. 155th day of 2004 holy what! i have gone soooo long without updating. SO long. 1. school has been off the charts. it's like all my teachers went "ooh! 'tis the last two weeks! let's make it HELL." 2. i have to wait until nine o'clock in the pm to be able to sign on (stupid AOL), and by then i'm too tired to do anything but IM people. 3. i really don't have much to say. 4. the novelty of nutang is starting to wear off a little. i hate to say it, but maybe it's time for me to pull up my roots (did i just say that?) and move on. 5. ^ kidding. 6. my dad doesn't believe in the merits of healthy ventilation. he will forever think that this is a chatroom, and so i can't even be on the site until he's asleep. GNUUUCK. tomorrow is it. the last day of school. the end. i am really salated (sad/elated) about the whole thing. plus side--woo! no more ms. chiu, no more waking up at five in the morning, no more obsessing constantly over the way i look. down side--no more table at lunchtime, no more hanging out with the people i love (there is no way in heck my parents will let me go out during the summer. no way), no more salivating over my object of lust. this is gonna be really hard. i hope i don't cry. i always cry. however, after t-day (yanno, thursday) comes friday. OMG! this is going to be the best friday ever, i mean it. 1. new degrassi 2. harry potter and the prisoner o' azkaban--anyone wanna go see it with me? 3. for the first time in a while, i get to shleep innnnn! 4. mommy's taking me underwear shopping. gonna buy me some seksy lingerie, baby. *happy dance* ow ow ow i have pain! i'm trying to pull off my last acrylic nail, and it hurts like a cow in heat. the lady that did my nails was so lame--half weren't glued on, like, at all, and the others are fastened with cement. psssh. so today was interesting. the thing about getting out at 12:25 is that kids have no idea what to do with themselves, so everybody pretty much does the same stuff--grab friends, get food within walking distance, and then go to someone's house. i did that with tay and rick, and then later ciara and nikki on tuesday, but my father told me this morning that i was NOT TO LEAVE MILLS because i had to pick up my little sister at 1:20. son of a...uggh. i was so ticked off. i wanted to be average and do what average people do, cornflabbit. anyway, en route to spring valley i ran into a bunch of my ghetto fabulous friends who were also picking up various siblings or whatever, so i hung out there for a while. then hoover dam collapsed and the bell rang. kiddy city. small children have this thing about teenagers. it's like...you're not God per se, but the next best deal. i felt like a QUEEN. and it was this tiny kid phillip's birthday, and yanno how everybody used to always bring in cupcakes to share with the class? well, wee phillip was walking by with a half empty tray of them, and i was like, "oooh, yummyness," and so then he looks at me and goes, "take as many as you want." and he only gave them to me! no one else. and then afterwards he asked if i could drive and if i was married. i love him, i think. once i'd made sure that sophie, my sister, was with me, we left her school to go to the library (not my idea!) and then GUESS WHO WAS IN THE PARKING LOT? my father. that liar. i didn't need to pick anyone up! farking...anyway. after that, we went to taylor to get my other sister, and then. then! the ice cream man was there, and he knew my name. creepy much? i'd known him in my middle school days, but i never never told him anything personal about me. *sneeze* this is getting really boring. i do not have an interesting life, like, at all. lemme turn on some music. mebbe that'll help. currently bopping along to: "earth song" -michael jackson the thing about michael jackson is that his music is either boogieworthy or uber emotional. "earth song" is one of his savethewhalesworldpeacelovethyneighbor grooves, so s'cuse me if i start talking about suicide or whatever. it's the music. 'tis not i. last night, i was sitting in my room thinking about updating this mofo. i was. i said to myself, i said, "what could i possibly write that would compensate for my prolonged absence?" i made a list, i mapped out one of those concept charts...it was an interesting activity, and it helped me put off starting my english project until midnight. (just so you know, i'm sacrificing my spanish final grade to give you jerks something to read. i hate you all.) now here i sit, looking--nay, staring--at the computer screen, and i aint got nothin'. i'm all done, methinks. the most depressing thing about nutang is that i'm probably going to be on here every day during the summer. i always have something to say when there's no reason for me to say it. *sigh* 1 Comments. Hey,
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