SANTIGOLD IS DOPE!

MAY 31ST.
RAMS HEAD LIVE
best day of my teenage life
my highschool years
and my most prettiest tale
PRECIOUS SLICE OF DOPE


first in line..devoted fan..excuse the nasty sweatness

santi fiancee coolest guy alive. it was unbeiliveable how breezy he was.

trouble andrew and santi's dancer she wasn't as pleasant & breezy
but at least she had smiles

trouble is trouble

joe the sex symbol..ooh la

i waited for her about 45 minutes and when she came out her dancer didn't even tell her i was waiting for ughh 45 MINUTES they just let her walk across the street.. i was like santogold..and she said hi...she was was sweet and pretty.


my sister said she thought she was real funny looking and monkeyish in the face
i did too..=/ but she was a spanking hot beauty

i was waiting AMANDA BLANK pleasssseeee

my mom really liked her.she is like where can i buy the cd

trouble was crunk..om gee he tryed some eminem shit and tryed to jump in the crowd WTF i wasn't having that...imagine the headaches


joe got swagg ( i hate that word dang)

new conneticut butterfly



trouble andrew stalked us lydia said it was the shoes
trouble flys too

sickest outfit alive.

SPANK ROCK NO "BOOTAY"




whoop whoop


the liveness wasn't mild...SPICY






fortunate..lucky biotch...be happy for me please =)

BEST FUCKING NIGHT OF MY LIFE I STILL HAVE THE HYPENESS

=(

its a fat ass punch in the face when you get teased with interest. humor. and style and then some fool just stops calling you like some teenage heartbreaker. maybe its a huge excuse why he hasn't called but if he didn't die nothing can cure my anger. yes i will be really upset if he died but i'm concerned that i just wasn't quite what he was fiending for. i'm absolutely different from his last girl. i'll never call "bitches" out for staring at him or carrying some small talk just to be generous and i certainly won't kill myself. slice my wrist. or catch any murder charges to prove my motives or love for some dude. i don't get down like that. i have a huge heart too and i listen to all his boring and interesting stories like some pathetic nosey person. i'm fragile i'm lame i'm emotional i'm super happy i'm immature i don't like everyone to know whats fucking going on in my life and i realized why when i told one of my friends about him she took it upon herself to be more obsessed than me. wtf is your problem stop trying to exist in shit asking me shit about him ass hole "did he call you last night" "NOOOOOO! and your making me feel worst like a punching bag" then she says oh yes he did 'cause your happy and then i snap "I DONT DEPEND ON PEOPLE TO MAKE ME HAPPY" i lied i just don't like females to see how weak and fragile and desperate i can be they always wanna give you some kind of sermon and say "GET OVER IT!" or "MOVE ON" are you serious dumb ass this weakness isn't new too you. don't pretend like your so strong and you never been appetite less praying that phone rings thinking about how much my grandmother will love him she loves all people but he is a sunny kind of guy she'll ask when your boyfriend gonna come see me or tell him i'm gonna spank him if he don't come over here and give me my hugs and kisses mostly likely shit like that won't happen and i maybe doing too much doubt but i'm sick of pretending awesome shit is on the verge of happening appearing showing up abra ca dabra. this situation is about 2 weeks ago but i have a feeling that something good is gonna happen to me it may not revolve around me loving something but this feeling is very familar and i'm embracing it. i'm profound.

i hope i don't get too dissapointed =(

aha OKGO!

dancing outside of the bar is so wicked. i made 75 cents. then the perverted college professor guy after he gave me the change told me "your such much better then dancing outside bars.". i'm like wait you just encouraged my slutty dance moves and gave me a tip a poor stupid tip. btw. the okGO concert wasn't banging out of control but letting loose, screaming until my lungs turn purple, making body heat with a perfect stranger, and jumping up and down singing "GET GET GET GET GET OVER IT!" is always fun.



i wish i could have sang along. ps. that was me screaming randomly that was my anger towards the awesome idiots who could sing along like christmas carols.

blame the heart.

today was brownies and cupcakes...today i was ____ and i'm proud of it..yeah blanking the whole thing out means i'm a lttle ashamed but..yadda yadda my day started like this hopped up out the bed turned my swag off because i decided i wanted to expose some outrageous behavior..i myspaced ,ate breakfast, ate yougurt, drank slim fast, watched tyra, took a shower, wore black pants and a penn state sweatshirt all in a about 6hours then my mummy took me to this vintage store called killer trash in fells point, she was suppose to take me to some funky store on charles st. but it was about 150,000 people or more..seriously in that area because obama came to maryland today like some stone-cold g.

killer trash was niccccceeeee...i brought a cool jacket in which i will post on here later because its that cool and it was 35 dollars and my mummy said it was a good price...they had stripper and hooker shoes platforms shoes you can do some major streetwalking in. absolutely a pair of shoes i would like to own one day...they had hats, pretty dresses massive amouts of cool jackets and the employee waas super nice and helpful..she didn't even have some bitchy attitute and she told me my jacket was from vegas..the prices were kinda jacked up though









then me and mummy decides to go to the thrift store a few blocks up and she tells me:

mummy: tristan is punished for 52 days for shoplifting at wal-mart
...not suprised
me: dangggg..thats like a couple months...what he got caught
mummy: yea, they was like susan carter-ash please come to costomer service...i was like i hope tristan wasn't shoplifting when i went to customer service they told me to come in this room
me: he is so stupid, what he steal
mummy: 2 soujia boy cds
me: ( laughing, screaming chocking, hysterically) ohhhmyguhhhod..he knew he was gonna caught who steals electronics ( laughing, screaming chocking, hysterically again)
mummy:..ughh is it that funny....
me:( laughing, screaming chocking,losing oxygen, hysterically)YEA.
....2 minutes..
mummy: its not that funny..but seriously is it that funny
me: i brought him a soujia boy cd for christmas
mummy: he said it was scratched...and he knew i wouldn't buy him another one
me: what tha freak ( laughing, screaming chocking,losing oxygen hysterically)

i brought a pink scarf and a purple bag that is exactly the same as the black one i got from another thrift store that broke on my birthday...which was one of the many bad things that happen to me on my very own birthday

ate some orange chicken

went back home to boredom and internet

then called my sister ..we talked about nasty stuff, kissy kisses, old-played out ass holes, nut crackers, hot guys at the gym, and phone s_x..it was her idea..secretly reminded my self how much i love her ..and then told her about soujia loyal fans who take chances just to bump to his music..my brother is a true fan and he got a soujia miracle avoided a shoplifting crimal record...and he so hardcore he put both in each pocket..he doesn't have much smarts...me and my sister shared a ( laughing, screaming chocking,losing oxygen hysterically) and talked about how proud soujia boy would be..made up a song to tristan's stupididity

me: hopped up out the bed stole from walmart..put two cds in my back pocket like whats up..ahhh i'm not getting money nawwwwwwwww!
=)

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