my summer bullshit.

year anniversary (but not really though)

Hey guys. so.. I haven't updated in two months, and I totally feel like crap. The thing is, I've basically been drowning myself in some odd deadpool of emotion. It's like a roller coaster. A never ending roller coaster of menstruation.

I'm kidding.

Did you guys miss me? nah, I didn't think so, but I just felt like that was the right thing to say after theoretically stating that I've been mentally sharkbaiting for the last two months, and didn't even have half the decency to tell you guys why.

The drama never ends. Its juicy, It's new, ITS PHR-PHR-PHR-PHRESH. I'm feeling non-foggy today.

I have been feeling pretty foggy since uh... birth maybe? but right now, on this beautiful night (10:28) of June 18, 2015, I'm feeling pretty damn sunny.

I read Lord of the Flies. its a great book. You'd really never expect it to be bursting with the life lessons that is seemed to explode with, but it did.

RIP piggy :(

In the last two months, I've taken two penises to the face. Not literally. I just mean there's been two new hunks of Zeus in my mythological kingdom c:

the first one was known as Anthony Clay Addotta Jr. I could sit here and talk shit all day, but I'm gonna save that for another chapter. just know.... he wasn't the one for my er- anything. He was just kinda.... *shudders* look out for him in the "Boyfriend Bash" chapter that shall be coming soon.

SPEAKING OF ANTHONY!!!!!11!!1!!1!!!!1!

I WENT TO FLORIDA OVER SPRING BREAK YOU GUISE!!!! I HAD A BLAST AND THE BURST OF SALT WATER DID WONDERS FOR THE DEAD SKIN ON MY HANDS AND WHATNOT

don't we all just love salt wahdduh?

In the first chapter of this book (I love to refer to this as a blog, my entire life of last year is pretty much this thing), I told you guys (and lovely gals) about Kohl's friend Marcus. He was there too, being pervy as ever. But, it seriously couldn't have been the same vacation without him.

I almost died.

I got a tan line on my right shoulder that will not go away.

There are no cliche, shirtless, hot, white, life guards (nor pedestrians) on beaches. can you believe it? It's so dry. (ironically) (i really like parenthesis)

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And uh now we have Roman. Roman Stephan Brady. (i also like learning full names)

I don't have the slightest clue as to what's going on with me and him- I don't even care tbh. I just kinda uhh.. got involved for a summer fling thrill kinda thing.

OH AND

DUH THIRD HUNK OF GREEK MEAT (ITS SCHWARMA BTDUBS) IS CHRISTOPHER PAUL BREAUD JR. THE BOY FROM MY NEW YEARS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!

me and him were together for five months before i chickened out and decided commitment wasnt really my cup of tea. I mean, it is, but for Ralph's sake, im 15! I want fun. Uh- I guess. anyway, I broke up with him and messed around with Oil Breath for like a month (mentioned above, figure it out reader) I accused chris of cheating on me and used Anthony as my fall back crutch which was absolutely a terrible idea because jesus, I don't think it's possible to be a worse- cook. Les't go with cook for reputation's sake.

Anyway me and Anthony broke up because I lowkey decided to commit my ass to Chris because he's the only boy that like... idk makes me even consider commitment. Everyone else either has like a summer thing with me of like a month long thing at school and then it's over. Me and chris have been shoving telescopes up each other's bum holes basically since '10.

we dated for like another month in the very beginning of summer, and decided not to count the month we broke up, and just pretend like we didn't meet strange and unsanitary people in that small time frame, and decided to call or relationship a seven month marker. it all worked out for the best, until my parents found out. I lied my way out, and to prove that I wasn't in love with Chris, I had to find me a Roman. So that's what I did.

That's another cup of tea, though.

I need to talk about the fact that I'm leaving Baton Rouge High, and all the complications and emotional meltdowns that such transition will bring to my life.

Jazz.

This is the first year me and my little brother won't be going to school together since the sixth grade and I just might cry when it hits me that I won't have my backbone to sit with me at lunch anymore. Somewhere along the line, that strange kid became my everything... in the most non-romantic sense you can put that in. It's strange, I have so much love for him, and also, strangely enough.... I think he's the only person that will be genuinely missed. I'm worried about him, though. Recently, he's been... less than holy, i guess. I just want him to behave like I'm still around. I love him too much to see him hurt. That nigga don't have Life Alert (me), so if he falls, he probably won't be getting up. It's likely that while he was falling he also broke his foot. I'm also holy afraid of the distance that is going to grow between us. I hate to admit it, but I'm terrible at keeping up long distance stuff. I still owe him five dollars. wow. anyway, I just want him to know that I love him to death, and I always will, no matter how often I leave your texts hanging. I currently dont even have a phone. Everything I touch breaks. How much does an iphone 4s screen cost? I need it for the low low bro, can you get it for me? IM LAUGHING REALLY HARD BECAUSE WELL HONESTLY I DONT KNOW WHY IM LAUGHING IM GONNA MISS YOU JAZZ, AND YOUR ADERALL AND STRANGE OBSESSION WITH CORRECTING MY LYRICS. *sheds tear for you*

everything is just really weird and hard for me right now guys.

I'm poor. My dad dug us into a hole of $13,000 worth of debt

jesus. next time guys. Roman just called me back. dknwkwbbwhfwebfubf