Todays stats: 16 reads! Not that high but, i appreciate it! :))
On the side is Brad Fanning ;) Haha!
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APRIL 30 2011
Dear Diary,
A while ago I woke up in my bed at 6:50 in the morning. The sun was glaring into my eyes, which made my head hurt like f$% and I could feel my hair being all over the place. My head was pounding like crazy; it made me want to throw up. My mouth smelled like beer and vodka. I looked at my tank top and there was something on it that looked like oatmeal. Eww. I freaking stink. How come I didn't remember anything from last night? All I remember was screaming-"Someone's going to die tonight!" then I blacked out. My stomach hurt so bad and I felt the urge to run to the bathroom because I felt something rise up to my throat. I wondered while I was throwing up in the toilet, what the hell happened last night? Why do I feel so sick? I got up to wash my face in the sink. My reflection caught my attention. A BLACK EYE! How the Fu-No! this is bad, when my parents see this, they are going to be asking questions! I thought to myself. I thought regret wasn't a real thing. That people did things because they wanted to in the first place. But, for serious? Why did I have to go? Numerous thoughts ran through my head. Then I thought, no. You did this. And you had fun! Stop being such a freaking drama queen and take a shower. You smell like Brad after football practice. I could just cover it up with make up. But it hurts like crazy. I took a shower and changed into my house clothes. I don't normally wake up this early, and then my parents will be asking tons of questions again. Like, why are you awake? What's the big mystery? Are you hiding something? Where are you going? If you're going to the supermarket, don't forget to buy low fat milk. Well, I'm going to go cover this up with my makeup, good thing I have a lot of make up kits. Freaking hate anxiety.
Quinn J
I closed my pink diary as I locked it with a chain. I know, I know. A 17 year old girl who still writes in a diary. Whateves. I ran to the bathroom, and grabbed my make up kit.
I gently rubbed powder the same color as my skin-on my freakishly weird eye for 15 minutes. I never had a black eye before. This is so cool! I heard a bang on the door.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Oh crap! I'm not done with this yet. Okay, stay calm.
"Who is it?"
"Your soon to be worst nightmare!" Brad yelled. He says stuff, like... I have no clue what kind of stuff he says but it's so geeky.
"What are you talking about?" I yelled back-still adding more.
"Open your teeny tiny door, and I'll spell it out for you."
I took one last look in the mirror and I hastily kept all of the make up back in it's place.
"Hello?" Brad yelled.
Impatient freak.
"U-uh just a minute." I said nervously as I walked towards the door, and opened it.
Brad stared at me. "You took a shower?"
"Sorry, if it's so shocking, normal people take a shower everyday, so I don't blame you if you don't." I goaded as I emphasized the word, normal.
Brad pretended to laugh. "Right. So what are you saying? That I'm not normal?"
I rolled my eyes. "God, you catch on slow."
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The Hate Notebook
HumorMeet Quinn Fanning: She's sarcastic, funny, beautiful, and smart. But I never said that she isn't mean, trouble some, care less, irritating, and a know-it-all. Her parents got so tired of her attitude. So they sent her to a boarding school. YES, a b...
