3/26/2013 - I am amzeballs

Dearest Diary, 

    How you been? My life has been one big swirly pile of dog poop lately because mom hates me. I know I haven't written in a while, but that's because we moved and I couldn't find you for the longest time. It was so stupy moving away. Now I never see my biffle Britta (my Briffla). Stephon is the only person I know in this new uggboots city, and he is pretty much useless. He spends all day up in his room. One time I went up there to tell him to come to dinner, and he was wearing a dress. It was super awk, so I just left the room. Then I realized something. Something I should have realized a long time ago. Stephon... has a girlfriend. I know it sounds really weird, because Stephon used to be so busy hanging out with Alex to go on dates, but now I know. Why else would he try on a dress? I can only guess that he wants to make sure his girlfriends prom dress is  the right one. It's so nice of him. 

   Since I last wrote a lot has happened. We moved which is pretty obv. I also ended things with Zach. I told him, "Zach, we're a pretty good couple, but I just want different things." He played stupid and was like, "We're not a couple." Come on. I know what he was trying to do. He was trying to make it look like he ended it first so he could say he was the one to dump me. Well, it didn't work because the next day I hung posters around the school that said "I dumped Zach." I wasn't surprised that he didn't come to school that day. He was probly at home crying like a baby. I heard on the speaker in English class that we should keep him in our thoughts because he had been hit by car or something. Yeah right. I went around the rest of the day telling everyone it wasn't true. They looked at me like I was disgusting or something, but I think they saw through his lie too. Got hit by a bus? Sure, Zach.

Anyways, then I failed algebra, so I'm taking it again at this new stupid school. It's called Midvale Highschool. We live in a place called Youtaw. It's one of the great states of this great country we live in. This highschool is horrible. None of the girls know how to dress. They all wear really long skirts and what I heard one call "modest" clothing. What does that even mean? Do they not want boyfriends? I am getting lots of attention because I am apparently one of the "looser" girls around this school. But I am not even that skanky. My skirts are all at least 4 inches long, and my shirts cover at least 1/2 of my chest. I'm pretty sure none of the boys here have even seen a girl before because they all gawk at my hot bod. I'm taking spanish this year, which is pretty easy. I can even write a paper in spanish now. Here is a part of my most recent spanish essay:

I don't understand burritos. They are so gross, and the beans make you gassy. They probably eat the beans in a tortea. To hide the nastness inside. 

My garderner, Guillermo, is mexican and he speaks spanish muy good. He also is very dark colored. It's probably cuz he hangs out in the sun all day doing nothing. It sounds rude, but he CUTS OUR PLANTS. Why would you grow a hedge if your going to just cut it. He is so stupid. 

My teacher was so freaking mad at me. I don't even know why. I wrote about spanish culture. He told me I was being racist and I told him to go and *&^&^%$%#$&. He got really mad and sent me to the principals office. I tried flirting with the principal, but he didn't fall for it. He told me the other school had left a note on my transcript that I was a trouble maker. I said, "I am a NAUGHTY girl." He didn't get it. I winked at him and he sent me home. When I came home early mom freaked out. She said that I have gotten sent home one to many times and I need to be better. 

Then dad cam home and he yelled at me too. He also said the worstest new I ever heard. He said that grandmonster is coming to live with us. I think I might die. I spent the whole night thinking about how I could get her plane to crash, or get her abducted by the mafia. I called the mafia hotline, but they said they couldn't help me. 

I also found Stephon putting on my moisturizer again. It drives me crazy when he steals my creams. 

Well that's all for tonight. I'll keep you updated. 

-Aggie :)

9/4/2012

Dearest Diary,

I know what your thinking. Why would Aggie abandon me like this?! I was here Biffle, and it has been ages since she stroked my pages. Well, diary I’ve been busy with all the cheer I’ve been doing. Junior year is here, and I am ready to rock the field. Soon all those football players will be missing entire plays to try and see up the bottom of my cuticle skirt, and all the crazy fans will be screaming at me to do my signature move: The Maraca. I invented it when I was in Spanish when we watched a video about mexican culture (I swear my family’s gardener was in it, like 8 times). This one girl in the movie played the maracas, and she shook them so hard her chest shook too. It was so fantastic I invented a cheer where I mock playing the maracas, but the real point of it is to shake my jugs around for the crowd. At first when I tried to do it the principle stopped me, but for some reason all the seniors boys showed up for the next game. I guess this must have made some money, because my coach said I could do the “hooker” move again.

Today was the first day of school, and when I got my schedule I totes cried my eyesies out because Britturd (my new name for my Biffle Britta) did not have all of the same classes as me. I love Britturd with all my heart, and it was not perfnugs to have to go to English without her. 

Well I went to English. I have this new teacher at our school named Mr. Titte. He looks like hes about 25, and OMGizzle he’s sooo hottastick. He says his name’s pronounced “tee-tey”, but I pronounce it like “tit”. When I called him that the first time he asked me what my name was and I told him, “Aggie Reynolds.” He inhaled a little and then said, “so you’re the one I’ve heard about”. I batted my glamorous new fake eyelashes at him (I got them at crazylashes.com. If you look real close they have my name written across them. They are so fabby) and asked “Did you hear that I’m a naughty girl? Sometimes teachers have to spank me, cuz I’m so naughty.” I sent him a little wink. 

He looked me straight in the eye and said, “Nope. I don’t spank people. I do however give detentions.” 

I sighed and looked down at my boring work in front of me. I’m gonna have tostep up my game with this guy. 

I drove home (I got my driver’s licence over the summer. Though I think I only passed because I flirted with the uggboots tester guy) with Stephon. The whole way home all he could talk about was the new fashion trends. “That girl was such a skank. Did you see her boots! They were not cuteboots. They were UGGboots.” What does he know about fashion anyways? 

When we got home, mom had made cookies for us on our first day of school. Well guess what?! They were raisin cookies! She knows I HATE raisins. I was so mad that I grabbed the tray from the counter and dumped all the cookies in the toilet. Well then the toilet got clogged, and it made a huge mess from overflowing. 

So now I’m grounded in my room. Sux to be me. 

But I love you!

Kisses,

Aggie

8/5 - Baby, Part II

Dearest Diary,
Today I finally got to see the thing. It was really ugly and red. It looked like a pig. I told my mom that she shouldn't have wasted the last few months lounging around and eating a lot, because that's what probably made the baby so fat. She said it was rude to say things like that, and I said that it was only the truth. She looked mad. Anyways, mom had to stay at the hospital to recover, but I got to go home with dad. Stephon said that I looked like trash, and handed my a portable curling iron and a hair tie. "Here," he said, "please put up that rats nest of hair." I love Stephon; he knows what guys like in girls, so he's always good for fashion advice.

When I got home I was really tired so I went to bed. Dad said I didn't have to go to school today, so I slept for a good long time. When I woke up I went down to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Then I went outside to practice some of my cheer routines. That's when the worstest thing happend. A bird flew over and pooped on my hair. It was so gross so I tried to call dad at work, but he wouldn't pick up. Then I called mom, who was still at the hospital. She didn't pick up either. Stephon came around the corner, and told me that I had too much mousse in my hair. I screamed at him, and he ran away.

Then I took a shower, and washed it out, but I felt like I could never be clean again, so I used a scrub brush to clean my head.Stupsicle.

When mom got back from the hospital that night, dad fixed dinner. He made shrimp. I said I dont like shrimp and he said, "too bad." Then I said that I would rather eat my arm than shrimp, and he said fine. Then I got an idea. I went to mom and told her that I wanted to hold the baby. Mom said yes, but sounded like she didnt really want to let me. I picked up the baby and made a little bed for it in my drawer. Then I put the baby inside and closed it. Then i went to the kitchen and told my dad that if he made me eat shrimp I would kill myself and he would never find the baby.

"What?" he blurted out.

"I  hid the baby, and you'll never find it."

Dad got really mad and shouted at me to tell him where the baby was. I said it was in the toilet. Dad looked really scared and then ran past me and into the bathroom. He came back fuming.

"Tell me where she is." He said in his scary voice.

"Not till you promise no shrimp."

"Just tell me where she is."

"Okay, okay... she is out in the garden."

Dad looked worried again and ran out to the front yard. I followed behind him, and as soon as he was outside, I closed the door and locked it. I had locked Stephon out plenty of times to know the procedure. I opened the little box by the side of the door, and disabled the doorbell. Then i ran around locking all the other doors and windows in the house. Mom was up in her room, so she wouldn't hear dad knocking. Then I went into the kitchen and made a pile of all the shrimp on top of the stove. I lit the stove, and the shrimp started to catch on fire. This made a lot of smoke, so the fire alarm went off. Mom came down the stairs screaming for her baby, and then she heard dad shouting at the door to be let in. She quickly opened the door and ran into the kitchen, to find me looking for the fire extinguisher that I could swear was underneath the sink. I finally found it in a cupboard, and threw it at the pile of fire. Mom and dad were shouting at me now. Saying stuff like "That's not how you use a fire extinguisher!" Stephon ran into the kitchen. He was in the middle of a facial, and so he was mad too.

Finally, we got the fire put out, and I told mom where the baby was. She found the baby and sent me to my room.

After I slammed the door in anger I laughed, because I didn't have to eat shrimp for dinner. Then I remembered that I probably wouldn't eat anything for dinner.

So I smashed my ceiling light with my cheer baton.

So that's why I am sitting in the dark with my phone light, writing this.

That's how my day went, so goodnight.

Aggie :)

11/24 - A baby

Dearest Diary,
  I think mom hates me. She's been pregnant for 9 months now, and she let grandmonster move in. Ever since grandmonster started living with us, I have been forced to share a bathroom with her, which is totes discustifart.I don't want her wrinkly old butt sitting on my custom made toilet seat. This isn't the only problem. She also spends FOREVER in there! This morning I got up, got dressed, and went to go to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. Surprise! Grandmonster is in there, and forgot to lock the door. I walked right in, and screamed when I saw her sitting on the pot. She yelled at me to close the door. And I yelled at her for not locking the door, and then mom heard and came to see what was going on, and she pulled me out of the bathroom and closed the door. Mom said that I needed to "be nice to grandma, because she could get to anxious and die." I made a note to put some of that clear wrap stuff over the toilet.

I have been trying to get rid of grandmonster for about three weeks now, since she moved in. One day I collected a bunch of spiders in a jar (yes, I know it was so gross), and then I put it in grandmonsters bed and unscrewed the lid. Then they started crawling around and I screamed because one got on me. I screamed that I was being raped, because that usually gets people to help me faster. Mom came running, and when she saw what I did she made me kill all the spiders myself.

The next thing I did was I took all the pictures that grandmonster has of her family (she puts them up all over the house, and I cut out peoples faces. She got so mad, mom had to come to calm her down, and tell her that we had most of the same pictures and we could copy them for her. Mom made me clean the bathroom, the one that grandmonster uses, so it smells bad. But I rebelled. I used spit to clean everything.

Anyways, after my mom pulled me out of the bathroom, she told me that we had to leave for school right away. I almost cried, because all my makeup was in the grandmonster bathroom. But then I remembered something I had seen in the garage. I ran to get a spare toothbrush from the cabinet, and then I went to the garage. I searched high and low for the stuff, and finally I found it. I squeezed some greesy black stuff onto the toothbrush and used it to apply the "mascara". It worked so well, it made my eyelashes so thick!

Then I grabbed something my dad calls a soldering iron, and used to curl my hair in the car. I'm so smart. Then mom smelled something burning and she pulled over, and looked around to see what it was. I had accidentally put down the hot iron on the new lether seats of our car, and it burned a hole right through them.

Mom was not happy. I got grounded for a week.

When I got to school I was happy to learn that Nasty Mrs. Perry was out because she was sick. We had a sub whose name I can't spell. Or remember. Anyways, he was pretty young and really cute, so when he passed by I gave his butt a little pinch. He gave me a mean stare, then he kept passing out papers. Most people fell for me right when they saw me, but he didn't so I tried harder. "Mr. What's your face! Can you come over here?" He did. "Can you help me with this math problem..."

"Well, it says you have to perform a liner regression..."

"Can I perform on your linear regression?"

Mr. Whats his face blushed and garbbled out some answer. I put on my sexy, cute voice, "Oh, I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable." He mumbled something and went to sit back down at his desk. Britta told me I had gone too far with this one.

At lunch time someone told me it looked like I had car grease in my eyelashes. I told them that they looked like they were dumb. Then she got mad and pulled on my hair, so I slapped her, and we were taken to the principal. He said that I need to stop coming to his office. I told him that he should stop bringing me there. He just sighed. Then he tried to call mom, but her cell was busy. Then he tried to call dad, but so was his. Finally, he reached my dad who told him that mom went into labor and they were both at the hospital.

I screamed. I had tried so hard to get mom to dump this baby. I was supposed to be the cute little, one. What was I to do now?! I told the principal that I would hire him to shoot the baby. The principal told me that it wasn't appropriate to say things like that. "They might hurt someone's feelings." I decided to try my newest tactic.

While he wasn't looking I pulled down the neckline of my shirt a little, and pulled up my bra. Then I leaned over his desk, like I was offering him eggs for breakfast, and asked him to shoot the baby. He was really flustered and told me no again. Poop this always works on my PE coach when I dont want to run...

Then Grandmonster picked me up and we rushed off to the hospital. And now I'm sitting here waiting for this baby to explode from my moms fat belly and make a mess of my life.

Goodnight for now,
Aggie.

1/3/2012

Dear Diary,
   You wont believe what happened to me. This morning Stephon woke me up because mom went to the store to buy groceries. I don't like it when he wakes me up because he always tells me something about how I should really not shower before I sleep because it will mess up my curls, or that my PJs don't match, or that I should really get a makeover because it looks like a troll pooped on my face. Like a boy would know. You know what else he told me the other day? He said that coach purses were going out of fashion! What?! Sometimes I wonder if he's even a boy. Although he does watch football with dad. He's very loud about it too. Sometimes I hear him scream something like, "Why would that team pick red and Brown as their colors! That looks terrible!"

   Anyways, so when he woke me up this morning I screamed at him to get out because I was in only my fabby Victoria's Secret underwear. It's so pink and lacy they are just so amazeballs. He left and I got dressed. Today was the end of spirit week, so it was Formal Friday. I wore a black booty skirt, and a white shirt that showed lots. I looked TOTES PROFESH. I went to school, and everyone loved my outfit, except stupid, old, Mrs. Perry. She told me that I was violating dress code and I needed to go change into my P.E. uniform. I called her a dumb ho. She sent me to the principals office.

   In the the principals office I was given a detention and some uggboots clothes to put on over my fabby outfit. I can't believe it. I couldn't believe it. "I dressed up for spirit day! Now you're covering my school spirit!" The principal told me that he wouldn't need to cover up my school spirit, if I would cover my body more effectively. He said I had them out like eggs on a platter. He's just jealous.

  Unfortunately that is when Zach went by. He saw me in my terriballs outfit! I just hid behind the bush for the rest of the day and cried. Then Mr. Stasford turned around the corner and saw me he asked me what I was doing out of class. I told him that it was "my time of month" and had forgotten my "special pads" and didn't know what to do. He wrote me a pass to the nurses office so I could call home, and go home early. Sarah taught me about that trick to get out of trouble. It works. Especially on guy teachers.

   Mom wasn't fooled. She told me that I needed to write a note to that bald teacher and apologize for lying. This is what I wrote:

Dear Mr. Strasford,
I apologize for you not knowing very much. Mostly about girls. Maybe that's why you're single. And bald.
Love,
Aggie Reynolds
P.S. Rogaine would help. And also bathing.

Well, then I put it in an envelope and licked it. All sensual like. Then mom mailed it. She never read it.

That's how my day went. Totebags horriblocity.

Love,
Aggie

12/22 -

Dearest Diary,
     Today was horrible. It was about 10:00, when my mom just bursts into my room with a tray filled with food. She thought that it would be a good idea to bring me breakfast in bed. NO. You can't just come bursting in my room like that. Especially as early as 10:00. Second, she KNOWS that I don't eat pancakes. All I eat right now is 500  calories a day. DO you know how many calories are in a pancake? Neither do I. But it's a lot.

     So my mom is being so inconsiderate, just ignoring my privacy, so I dumped the tray on the floor and tried to go back to sleep. My mom shouted at me that I just broke some of he mom's special plates. I told her that I was doing her a favor (Grandmonster's plates are UGGBOOTS. Just like everything she has) and that she should be more grateful for me. Mom told me to get out of bed and clean it up. I said that she should get out of bed and clean it up. I got grounded for the rest of the day. Which is not even fair because I was going to go to Britta's house today and talk about cuticle things, like my nails, and my hair, and my new Ugg Boots, that are not UGGBOOTS. OHHH! And I got this FABBY Coach purse, that is so cuticle.

   So now I had to find something to do around the house. There was this one show on T.V. advertising these AMAZEBALLS fur coats. I think it was called Peta... Anyways, then I decided to make Christmas cookies (I'd never made them before). Mom told me she hadn't gone shopping in a while, so we probably didn't have everyhting I needed to make cookies. I ignored her. I followed a recipe I got online. Then I discoverd that we didn't have all of the ingredients, so my mom told me to use substitutions. Here is what I substituted:

• Flour: Protein Shake Powder 
• Chocolate Chips - Chocolate morsels (I have never heard of chocolate shaped like chips. Who would do that?)
• Baking Soda - Rootbeer 
• Sugar - Salt (they look exactly the same)
• Milk - Water 

I put the dough on the counter like it said, but it ran off the counter and splattered on the floor. Then my Britta called and I talked to her for like an hour. When I got back my mom had cleaned the dough off the counter. WHAT THE HECK! I wan't done! Did it look like I was done?! No. It didn't. What was my mom thinking?! I have no idea.

Then I gave my dog a haircut. I thought it would be cool if Baldo had a mo-hawk. Mom didn't think it looked very good.

Then dad came home with lots of shopping bags. He told me I couldn't see what was inside so I snuck a dog treat into each of the bags. Baldo started attacking the bags, and my dad got mad because someone gave him a mohawk.

Then dad wrapped everything in the bags and put the presents under the Christmas tree. During the night I snuck a peek at some of them I was apaled to learn that my parents had gotten Stephon the makeup I wanted for Christmas. They probably got the tags mixed up.

Well. Now I'm in bed. Waiting for another day.
Goodnight,
Aggie

11/6 - some things about me

Whats your middle name?

Gretchen

What are you listening to right now?

Super Bass by Nicky Minaj. 

How is the weather right now?  

Freezing my really cute sox off.

What is the first thing you notice in the opposite sex?  

Their muscles... 

Do you drink?  

Only if the cops don't know. 

Favorite holiday?

My Birthday. It is just so Fabby when everyone has to do what I say

Last Movie you Watched? 

The hangover. 

What books are you reading? 

HAHAHAHA. As if anyone reads anymore.

Favorite Flower? 

Rose. That's really the only kind of flower I know... 

Have you ever loved someone?

BRITTA! She is an AMAZEBALLS friend. 

Do you like to travel by plane? 

To cheer comps? Yes. 

Are you missing someone? 

Yes. Grandmonster. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Not. 

What do you have handy at your bedside? 

My favorite little notebook I use as this journal. It is so cuticle (as Britta would say)

Grilled or fried? 

Neither. I am on a very strict diet. Only water and lemon for another month. 

What makes you unique? 

My Fabby hair. My amazeballs thighs. My hips. My great sense of humor. 

Are you afraid of the dark?

YES. 

Three things you can’t live without? 

Cheer. Money. Men. 

What are you afraid of? 

Murderers, guns, clowns, spiders, skeeter hawks, seaweed, the dark, public speaking, failure, dying. 

Stuck on a deserted island and could take one book?  

I would take my ipad. 

Whats your favorite color?  

Pink.

What are the things you always take with you? 

ipad. phone. gum. makeup. tampons. curling iron. a lemon (for lunch) . My cheer uniform. Fake nails (but the kind that look real). My chiwawa. 

What did you want to be when you were a little kid? 

Someone who live in a brothel. I really wanted to make soups. 

What do you usually do when the clock strikes 11:11?  

Write in my diary.

The color of your bed sheets?

Pink and orange tie-dyed :) my best friend made them for me. 

What do you think about before you go to bed? 

ZACH.

Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot?
Yes.

Are you taller than your mom?
We’re about the same height.

Do you think your last ex will eventually want to be with you again?
Not him. Nick might though... 

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
Um... mom might read this.

Do you take walks often?
I walk through my house.

Think back to June. Were you in a relationship?
I'm ALWAYS in a relationship. His name now is Gregory. 

Have you ever had feelings for someone who was dating someone else?
ZACH.

What should you really be doing right now?
Homework. But I never do it anyways.

Do you swear in front of your parents?
I called my mom a @#$% the other day. She grounded me. But the joke is on her, because I'm ALREADY grounded. 

What would you do if your best friend told you they were moving?
Britta would never leave me.

You’re locked in a room with the person you last kissed, problems?

We would probably make out.

What’s so special about what you’re wearing?
My cheer outfit is the best one of all. 

Does it annoy you when people play dumb?
I hate it when Grandmonster is dumb. She asked me how old I was yesterday. What the heck?!

Are you a slut?
Definitely. I once told my mom that I was going to be a prostitute when I grow up. I was totally kidding, but she freaked out hahaha.

What were you doing at 10:00 this morning?
Sleeping.

Are you ticklish?
Yesss. But I pretend I’m not. When people find out I’m ticklish, they attack me. 

Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?
Side or stomach.

Last time you saw fireworks?
In Zach's eyes...

Are you easily scared by horror movies?
No. But I pretend to be so that I can snuggle up to my BF. 

Its 12am, you wake up crying, you call?
Nobody. I don’t like talking on the phone when I’m crying. Plus, I never go to bed before midnight, so I wouldn’t wake up at 12AM crying.

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed?
I AM.

How late did you stay up last night and why? 
Like 4:30.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? 
The better question: Who DOESN'T have feelings for me?
 
What do you miss the most about your past? 
When Jonah was my BF. We broke up, because he got a pimple on his face. I can't be seen with that. It would ruin my image. 
  
When is the next time you will kiss someone?
Tonight. Probably.
 
Who are you dating? 
Gregory. And a little bit of Ryan. (But I mostly only flirt with him, I promise) ;)
 
Was this past weekend a good one? 
Friday was fun! Today sucked. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
 
Do you miss the way things used to be? 
Like when I was six. Not really. I wasn't even allowed to see rated R movies. What the heck?!
 
Has anyone taken their shirt off in front of you? 
For me to know. And you not to find out. ;)

What was the last thing you and your Mom talked about? 
What a @#$%& she is.
 
Do you hate the last person you kissed? 
Only when he wont let me stare at Zach.
 
Are there things in your life that you’ll never be able to get over? 
Maybe. Perhaps kssing Sebastian. He was UGGBOOTS.
 
Do you want to get married some day? 
Yes. A little. Although it will be a very open relationship.

Is there a specific moment you can replay in your mind perfectly? 

No.
Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months without cheating? 
;)
 
Could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life? 
NO. Rachel is so mean.
 
Have you ever had feelings for an ex after you broke up? 
Every one.
 
Who is the last person you were in a car with besides family?
Britta! :)
 
In the past week, have you cried hysterically? 
I wouldn’t call it hysterical crying.
 
Are you satisfied with your life as of now? 
I'm beautiful. What else is there?

Did any particular thing brighten up your day today? 
Disney movies! Hahaha
  
Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? 
Stephon. I tell him EVERYTHING. and vice versa.
  
Do you always care what you look like? 
Duh.
  
Is the person you last texted single? 
Stephon? Yes. 
  
Think of the last person who you said I love you to, did you mean it? 
Not really. He's an awful kisser.
  
Have you ever fallen asleep on someone’s shoulder? 
Perhaps...
  
Where was the last place you went besides your house? 
Britta's house. We did all sorts of girly stuff, like paint our nails. And bake. Although I couldn't eat any. This is when my lemon comes in handy. 
  
Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? 
I'll date anyone who is tall, and strong, and handsome, and gorgeous. 
  
Are your nails painted? 
Yes, they are so CUTICLE with the little flowers and everything! (I believe I just made a pun)
  
Have you ever lost someone who meant a great deal to you? 
Not really. 
  
Look in your inbox in your phone, who are all the people you have texts from? 
I haven’t erased my messages in a while. Let’s see…. Stephon, Britta, Dad, Mom, Britta again. 

 
Was the first person you talked to today male or female?
Male. Stephon told me that if I really wanted curly hair, I would wash it BEFORE I went to bed. 
 
Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you? 
Uh... EVERYONE.

How does it feel to be heart broken? 
I love it! It’s wonderful! What a stupid question.

Do you find it hard to trust others? 
Yes.