i got asked what is post traumatic stress syndrome. strange, i thought everyone knew it. but of course i was wrong. OF course. of COURSE. OF COURSE.
i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear i pierced my ear ..
hmm you get the picture i think.
its like at the top part, a little blue stud. my aunt didnt notice until today.i got it yesterday.... haha she is abit blur. i was satying at her house. my mom had allowed me to do it coz she said i had not guts to do it. well, shucks to you. :P
but i did kick up a fuss there in 77th street. thinking about it, it was pretty funny coz i was screaming and hopping and going OUCH OUCH OUCH. but it was kinda painful, until 10 minutes later. then it went down. then i bought a white shirt from there as well.
note : i said SHIRT. not BLOUSE. hehe
but it looks like a blouse. only a prissy boy would wear it. it has RUFFLES. ok i am making it sound ugly. but its not it really isnt. then i bought black slippers which after this i will procced upstairs to try and stick sequins onto. easy peasy. at least i will have something to DO. dont ask me why i didnt just get sequined slippers in the first place coz i have already said i want something TO DO. lalaalalallalalallala
ok bye.
5:49 pm;can you keep a secret?