dear sidekick,

fuck you. Start working right before I throw you against a wall. Baby, I don't want to be abusive, but I've had it up to here with you forgetting my contacts, notes, bookmarks and settings.

Love your owner,

Christine

"In the Quest for Perfect Breasts."

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? I've tried not to think about it much, but I'm starting to believe everything does happen for a reason. Is every little move we make, every thought we think, every bug that passes our way, is it all little pieces that add up to one thing? The stomach ache you get, the old lady you give your seat up to, the bee that started up the conversation, the canceling of plans, the making of new ones, the collecting of phone numbers and the telling of your life story. Do these little things all add up and go hand in hand, is it like little pixels on the computer that make the whole picture? Something happened to me this Friday, and it made me think. This old lady, with wrinkles carved on her face, told me her life, told me her love for God, told me about true love, and how she survived cancer. Did every action in the day come to bring me to that scene, that situation? Or was she just a piece in the puzzle?

i love this

and my personal favorites:

nudity, no censors.

I'm liking provocative things these days. I don't know why, but I'm not complaining. Today, my friend Sugar told me she could tell I was unique and that I was different (in a good way) and that made me happy. Holy moly, I wish you guys could see her, she's gorgeous. Her hair is so puffy, and it looks too good on her. I am jealous of how she can make anything look good.
I bleached my hair the other day, and guess who also bleached her hair? My sister. 
Today was picture day. I came out horrible. It looks like Shrek made a baby with my mother and that baby is me.
xoxo,
Christine

soymilk curd.

School still feels too long. Here's a picture of my phone. And I am apologize that my neck looks like that of a strained ox.

I decorated my binder. Here it is!

That white paper with the writing was just some songs on a playlist in my itunes.

I am currently loving The Ramones. I can't get enough of them. Sheena is a Punkrocker, Do you Wanna Dance, Pet Semetary, Pin Head, ect. My favorite song from them is probably Poison Heart and Pet Semetary, or Sheena is a Punkrocker. At least for now.

GUESS WHAT. Today, as I was crossing the street, I heard someone call my name, I looked back and there they were, Annie Kim and Rachel Cho. We ran to each other, screaming and hugged in the middle of the street. It brightened up my whole day. It surprised me how intensly happy that made me.

I miss Sally. Too bad I am grounded for the month. Sallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!

I am loving this one song, I cannot get it out of my head. ...Oh but I'm so clean cut, I just wanna fuck some sluts...

got originality?

Heard that saying, monkey, see monkey do? Well that other monkey is getting pretty fucking tired. My sister seems to keep stealing my ideas. After I did put a shitload of charms on my phone, a few weeks after, I saw her phone, and guess what? She put craploads of phone charms. I paint my nails today, as seen in my last post, the orange and blue, and isn't it a coincidence that she is painting her nails 2 different colors today too. I mean I know other people do that too, but isn't it a mother fucking coincidence she does right on the day she sees mine? And people don't do it in the same erratic pattern I did mine. They normally do it, black, white, black, white. Very predictable. Whatever.

the apple fell.

School has started. I've only spent 3 days in these new school halls, and yet, I feel like everyday is too long. I am in regular classes now because I didn't get the memo that you needed to apply to SAS. But I'm not complaining because there is a yummy, delicious boy in one of my classes, and he makes it all worth it. Swoon. I haven't met much people yet, but eventually I am sure I will, as will you guys. Most of my classes are with Miss Hanna Kim.

Like my nails?

Please excuse the ugly hands. That gorgeous bracelet was given to me by my canoli, Sally.
I've been into putting on lotion these days, which is odd for me, because I never put on lotion. Who needs soft skin anyway?

SALLY, will do great in her school and make friends faster than you can read hfuwigheruhsgjrk and have it make sense, just kidding, she's gonna make friends pronto.

xoxo,

christine.