In all honesty, tonight is typical story of my life.

It is currently 3:57 AM. I will probably end up staying up until about five thirty and sleeping in until about two thirty....that's the story of my life.
Here're some other stories of my life you may enjoy.

Story 1: THE PENNY PROBLEM

We've all had those experiences when we're with our friends, when eventually, we're not enough to entertain, so we involve random, unwilling strangers. Our first victims: the delirious indians. You may be asking: what is with this girl's obsession with indians? Well they have pretty skin, and usually seem to randomly and occasionally pop up in my stories. But on with it. Me and my friend Erica we're super bored, even after reading my "Dreams Do Come True" book to strangers in the elevator. Safe to say they were not amused. But anyhoo. As we're on the top floor, right next to the ever-tacky Betsey Johnson, I see two indians scurrying around on the bottom floor. On a whim, i throw a penny at one of them. I'm amused. They look around. They don't find anything. They continue walking. We go to the next spot, throw another penny at them. They look around again. Find nothing, keep walking. I throw another penny at them. They continue to look and draw a blank. And, for the last time, I throw another penny at them. They look around, and scuttle into Nordstrom. It's a shame too, me and Erica went looking for them in the men's shoes section, but never found them. Tragic.

Defeated, we go to the Starbucks right next to BJ, wait there, until we see another victim-in-the-making. A teenage blonde girl on her cell phone. Looking totally oblivious, and about seventeen. I throw a penny at her. She sees me. I throw another one, then me and Erica hide in Lucky Brand Jeans. Deciding that we may get more luck with her, we head towards Nordstrom, and see her waiting for us there. So we go down on the escalator right in front of Nordstrom, and go to the downstairs section. I see my mom, run up to her and go "we were throwing pennies at this girl and now she's coming after us!" And within the next ten seconds, we see a girl glaring at us during her entire trip down the escalator. She approaches us, but it's not the girl we were throwing pennies at. Assuming it's her friend, we turn and look at her. "Uhm, excuse me? Do you have some kind of problem? Because i think it's a little rude to be throwing pennies at people, especially people you don't know? Don't you think?" This girl didn't appear to be the sharpest crayon in the box, seeing as every statement she said was phrased like a question. Me and Erica burst out into laughter. She continues to glare. My mom demands we apologize. We do. She scurries off to blonde-bitch and her little friends. My sister, Julia, and her friend Andrea come up to us. They heard the story from afar. Blonde-bitch and her friend appear to be talking to security. I start walking towards the exit to the mall. Julia screams "they're telling security on Rachael!" Safe to say, that's the fastest U-turn i've ever made in my life. I grab Erica, and we run to the exit from the mall, with Julia and Andrea in tow. We hide in a bush. Picking up my cell phone, i text my mom saying to get off her ass, get the car, we're getting the fuck out of here.

In conclusion, those indians deserved it. Like pennies falling from the sky? Yeah, I would've figured they would've looked "up". Never did find those indians, as for the blonde girl, I hope she reads this. Take that, society!

V-card swiped!

Hello Society,

I've finally found a blogging site, after getting annoyed with facebook, and signing up for twitter(what is twitter anyway? it's just like one big facebook status), only to realize, who knows what the fuck twitter is anyway?

Today, the only thing i've done is sleep in until two thirty, and then listen to Stacy Sutter tool me around and talk about the pros and cons of each and every one of my family members.
Apparently slutting around with indians is a pro and a con. It's a pro, because it's funny, and it's a con because he's indian. And my sister looks like an eight year old. No joke. But apparently Julia is "over indians" because ass-coke says shit on fbchat like "i don't even care if i see you today!" but it's like wtf? why would i ever see you today.

I've come to terms with the fact that every word i speak will inevitably come out Tess's mouth within the few weeks i say it. It's ridiculous. I say "sounds like a plan" once, and she says it every time we fbchat.

Tess is my supposed best friend, though there are more cons to being her best friend than there are pros, by half. She steals my music, every word or phrase i say, and i'm automatically grouped with her whenver she does something inappropriate and obnoxious.

I'd like to say i like the person i am right now, but in all honesty, i really don't. I don't enjoy having theives for friends, or the fact taht i can't tell them shit. I don't like the fact that i spend all my time reading fanfiction in my room and being resentful of my sister.

I'm more like ranting, but there will be funny stories to come....au revoir, society!