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..so i went on down to k-mart...
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.
look at your own calendar! *greedy*


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i feel so special.
(this is composed mainly of xanga hits....rip, xanga)
everybody wants to rule the world.
Saturday, June 19, 2004
current anthem: "your rules" - andrew w.k.

PIECE OF SHIP MOTHER FUDGER SON OF A BISCUIT!

*pant, wheeze*

i'm not in a good mood right now.

-my little sister got her report card, and she made me look like the doofus of the century. no cs in sight, no bs...STRAIGHT FREAKING As. mom came busting into our (i say "our" because, if you're only just now joining me, the parents kicked me out of my own room and into my sister's. anyway.) room shrieking about how PA-ROUUD she was, and how HAPPEEE, and how, ohmigoodness, so many opportunities were now available to stupid ol' lauren, and if any of her friends EVAARRR invited her to go ANYWHEREEE, she already had permission. NO CURFEWS INVOLVED.

*cries* what would i have to sell to recieve that brand of parentage? hmm?

-jeremy is gone. he left without saying goodbye, or visiting like he promised, or even talking to me at all. if i ever ever ever do that to anyone, kindly SHOOT ME. here is a gun. *pissed* and then, no one would tell me any part of what happened on wednesday. i had to read it off of amy's stupid bloggy thing thing. bianca no tengo (tiene?) amigos! except ciara. <3 ciara. and...everyone other than rick, amy, sonia, and jeremy.

-i keep trying to start my "diet", but i always get sidetracked. like..it's as though my father is trying to BREAK me. i says to him, i says, "daddy, i can only consume salmon, greens, and water henceforth," so he brings home cheeseburgers and onion rings and chocolate cake (which i am violently allergic to). i eat it anyway. TO-DAY, however, i am in such a bad mood that i WILL start the dang diet. i will...i will...i WILL!

-the afro won't die. i spend hours upon hours trying to detangle and deep condition and shampoo the stupid thing, but, like, a day later, it's back and thriving. mom PROMISED that she'd take me to stilo to get my hair permanently permanently straightened so i'd never have to deal with it again, but i am too embarassed at the moment to go out in public.

-daddy broke the downstairs tv. yesterday was the new episode of degrassi. *dies* (side note: i saw it anyway, and for all of you degrassi buffs that have gone slightly to seed guess who the one in the hospital was? GAAH terri!) (oh, i forgot. not everyone knows what degrassi is. poor you. here's a linkie.)

-ciara told me that sats were in october. WHAT the HIZZLE? i'm always the last to hear about everything. dang it-dang it-dang it. the parents, despite my blatant disgust for anything school-related, still harbor the illusion that i'm a genius and THEREFORE ASSUME I WILL GET A 1600. on my sats. *laughs hysterically* i'll be lucky if i can spell my name! anyway, in july i'm going to stanford for sat prep camp, and then to some hell-hole in foster city for math and science camp. eeeee good things.

i'm done. i have nothing else to complain about. except, ooh!

-i complain too much time on this stupid nutang. that's all i do. i COMPLAIN. and now, lookit! i'm complaining about complaining. gawd...i desperately need sedation...
6 Comments.


MATH AND SCIENCE CAMP LOLOLOL okay well it might not be all that bad. mine wasn't. and ... sorry about wednesday, but you know, it's not our fault that you couldn't come. and we (or jeremy) had no time to fricken drive all the way to foster city or san mateo or whatever. he got here at like noon, we took BART to san francisco and tried to savor as much of the city as we could, then came back at like eight, and ... well, okay, i won't explain what happened when we got back. but still, we had no time, so yeah. don't be mad.
» LifelessEyelid on 2004-06-19 04:02:51


sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry.
» puppet (67.117.152.48) on 2004-06-19 08:51:25


... haha, that made your page uberly ugly and scrolly. uhh. SORRY. ;_;
» puppet (67.117.152.48) on 2004-06-19 08:52:05

wtf?
Bianca, I'm sorry. I never PROMISED to come see you. I said that if we could, we would. Could we? No, we could not -- that has already been said. Blargle.
» Jeremy (64.136.26.228) on 2004-06-21 06:03:42

iiiiiiiii!!!!
you should be honored. jeremy commented on your nutang. <3
» LifelessEyelid on 2004-06-21 12:50:19


LMFAO. shut up, rick. :P
» puppet (66.126.175.140) on 2004-06-22 02:39:56

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