Excuse My Narcism

I have a hitlist and two new people have been entered: the babysitter and J.C. Chasez. I am now stuck babysitting my two younger brothers even though I just wanted to sleep in all day because I’m supposed to be partying from six a.m. on Saturday to six a.m. on Sunday and I don’t want to fall asleep at all during that time frame. And I would love to punch J.C. in the face because he is the second most ridiculous judge (besides Lil Mama) on America’s Best Dance Crew. I would have found out where he lived if he had criticized Super Crew last night. Horrible things would have been done to his body, the no dancing idiot. Dancing in embarrassing N’SYNC does not make you a qualified judge in anything. It just makes you lame as fuck.

I still can’t believe Will went home on So You Think You Can Dance. All of my votes will now be generously offered to the adorable cuteness that is Josh.

I’m determined to become skinny, skinny. Gym, five times a week starting next Monday and no more chocolate for awhile. Well, maybe a little. I get pretty pissy when I don’t have my chocolate. However when I’m motivated to do something, best believe I’m going to do it. I’ll lose fifty pounds in one week (I would like a bobble head if I lost 50 pounds). Watch me.

I need to start returning people’s phone call and stop being such an introvert. But damn, sometimes I just don’t like being bothered by people for a very long time. I can go without socializing for weeks.

I would love to see the Dark Knight again.

My nails are actually getting quite long and if I wanted, I could scratch someone’s eyes out. I can tear the wrapping off of the Arizona Ice Tea bottle without using a knife. And they look much better with nail polish.

I’m still debating on whether I should cut my hair. To be natural again would be some fly shit but I’m scared to take that first step. This is what my hair looks like now with the relaxer:

I really could kill the babysitter right now.

On that note, I’m extremely pissed off.