melaniefromcharn

bumbershoot, well, GARBAGE, was just perfect. ruby doe kind of dissapointed. garbage even played "cherry lips" last, and i would've danced if not in a shit mood from some preteen bitch and her swishing ponytail. we were all poseurs at some stage, but i still want to eat their brains. but back i go to bumbershoot on monday!
i've recently bought:

*shiny bright blue puffy coat from the little girls sec.
*hello kitty purse from same of t.j. max
*whitegold locket (exchanged it from a cross from my gram)
*2-day bumbershoot pass (50$)
*2 little boys shirts, spiderman and batman
*twenty bucks worth of art glitter for my wall decorations
*new system of a down CD. much enjoyed.

now i have no money left for a dvd player and cigarettes for college. shit. now i'll be breaking into my 700$ savings account when i wanted to reserve that money for a NOSEJOB. asap, right? it's just gotten rediculous: getting cranky everytime i see a picture of myself. mid-puberty you tell yourself to accomadate and grow comfy in your skin, but at 18 it's still bullshit and i have to pat my nose and say, "baby, it's just not going to work out between us."
and yes, i know nosejobs actually take about 4,000. also, I met a cat and named her zim zim.