So I thought I would update.
I went to the Virgin Festival. It was OMG good times. Stars, Dallas Green and Matthew Good were utterly amazing. I have some pretty win pictures of Matt Good. I plan to see him more on the future.
I am moving to Calgary in September. It should be a terrifying and exciting change... no mountains. Buuuut, I know it will be fine. I can't wait to move there. I like Calgary. It's so... nice. Much better than Vancouver I think.
I have two new tattoos. One is an eye thinger, and a robot heart. Wewt.
Thats all there really is to say.
Happy Canada Day (even though its not that great a day.)

I tried doing pin up modeling. It was rather fun. A few of those shots I was tied up and had the bra ripped off as much as it could be with tired up arms with little warning. Ha ha, but there it is... pin up pictures of me. Who knew I could be such a girl under all the layers of baggy clothing.

1. Post these rules.
2. Each person tagged must post eight random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves.
3. Tags should write a journal of these facts.
4. At the end of the post eight more bloggers are tagged and named.
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them that they're tagged.


1: I am a bitch.
2: I eat babies.
3: I am not a people person
4: I ....go....to... school to lean me some books.
5: I like kittens.
6: I said 6 in my head and wrote 5 down. I can count me some numbers.
7: I dislike having my sleeves moist. (Yet... I ate my cloths into a disgusting pastyness when I was little. Hmm)
8: I blame society for everything. ITS ALWAYS SOCIETY!!

I tag... the first 8 people who bother to read this shit/

So, I dropped the dreaded English class. No more Mr Ass-crust face. God I am so happy. Like.. fuck... I don't have to read that whinny ass piss fuck of a book Jane Eyre for class. Or water babies. SCREW TRYING WHEN I CAN GIVE THE FUCK UP. ;_; I rock hard core. Step mom is pissed though. >_> I should have " discussed it" with her. Well, if I had done that woulda refused to let me. Too fucking bad for her. My life, my money. ^_^

Heres what I am going to do. I will build a time machine, go back to 1857 and KILL Charlotte Bronte. Then Jane Eyre will have never been written and I wouldn't have to hate... stuff so much. Wow. I can't believe they expect people to read this crap. Just wow. Stupid crusty teacher. HE NEEDS SO WASH AND MOISTURIZE HIS FACE. ._.Maybe I should get him some soap and moisturizer for Christmas. I will look like a bitch. But fuck, looking at his face is like looking at a dead donkeys ass.
Okay, I think I am done shooting down the pompous ass for now.