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so...

i truly don't even recognize who i am anymore.

i'm listening to some screamo playlist as i write my blog.

plus i finished all my homework before starting this.

when as of three weeks ago you wouldn't catch me dead doing any of those things.

i mean, i wish i could write about some crazy day that i had

and how i had awesome makeup and a fabulous put-together outfit then went to tequila tuesdays on a school night like a rebel and danced all night long but that's not the case today.

the low down:
hoodie, dunkin' blueberry coffee, half assed makeup and zombied around school all day; sweet. a much needed nap shortly following that, then a suprisingly nice ice cream trip with a sweet friend:) not exactly a scandalous tuesday but sometimes it's just as nice to take the time out to breathe.

considering i won't be doing much breathing for the rest of the week with working two jobs, going to the gym, managing to pull off graduating, plus attempting to go out this weekend and all? oh and hopefully by some slim chance finding the time to catch city boy's first night bartending ever on friday night @local on bell ave in queens

(goodluck!!!)

and since i had all this spare time on my hands today i had the pleasure to mentally re-evaluate some of my recent and not so recent male disapointments and would just like to point out to some of the less intelligent male race that seems to occupy 99.99% of long island, but

tool is out of style.

so please for your own good pack up your bedazzled ed hardy shirts, put your blow dryers and hair gel away, steroids are not cute and PLEASE stop pumping your fists

because you will get no where fast with any female that doesn't live in a tanning bed or 2cute.

so will the sophisticated males please stand up?

because i'm done settling for less.