The names Samantha. Nicknames: Sammi, Sam, Mantha, Sammich. Call me whatever floats your boat. I'm Vietna-namese. I'm sick of my last name.
I swing. I sing. I write. I bake. I psycho-analyze you. I love you.
I'm a beta reader, so if there's any piece of writing that you want me to proofread before sending off for publication, just shoot me a PM and I'd be happy to help you!
:] <3 If you don't know me, get to know me. You'll have me for life.
Song: Elephants by Rachael Yamagata
Moods: Still Sick, Draco Malfoy
Hands down, the most beautiful song ever. EVER!
Still Sick:
Obviously, I'm still sick. I can't keep anything down without upchucking. SO yeah.
Draco Malfoy:
My friend is trying to hook me up with some guy named Graco. Don't even know him; never seen him. Reminds me of Draco. From Harry Potter.
Sorry my posts are so lacking personality--but thats how crummy I feel right now.
Song: The song Robbie from "The Wedding Singer" sings about Linda during the movie. ><
Moods: Sick
Robbie: [light strums on guitar] You/ don't/ know/ how/ much/ I/ need you/ when/ you're/ near/ me/ I/ don't/ feel blue/ when/ we/ kiss/ I know/ you need/ me too/ I can't/ believe/ I found/ a love/ quite/ so pure/ and true.
[Goes to hard metal strums]
Robbie: BUT IT ALL WAS BULLSHIT/ IT WAS A GOD DAMN JOKE/ AND WHEN I THINK OF YOU, LINDA/ I HOPE YOU FUCKING CHOKE/
[goes to light strums again]
Robbie: / I/ think/ you're glad/ with what / you done/ to me/ I lay/ in bed/ all/ day long/ feeling/ melancholy/you've left/ me here/ all alone/ tears running constantly/
[goes to hard strums again]
Robbie: SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE/SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE/ SOMEBODY PLEASE/ PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE/ KILL ME/ I WANT TO DIE/ PUT A BULLET IN MY HEAD.
Sick an Tired
I think I have stomach flu. Puking all over the place. Ew. Tired. WEnt to bed at 3 AM. TIRED.
I feel nauseous.
Love you.
Bye.
Song: Silence
Mood: Dead, Sad.
Dead:
Swing was probably ten times more worse than yesterday. My legs are both so sore, I can barely walk and I can't get up without assistance, or I'll fall back on my ass. :[ I feel like falling apart. Literally.
Sad:
My friend that I haven't seen for four years, my first best friend in Fontana, has come back today, and I CAN'T SEE HER! She is less than ten miles from me--and I can't see her. :[
Kay, my darling, you were wrong.
Today got worse.
My new avatar is, sadly, not me.
:]
I put it up as a motivator for me to grow my hair that long again.
Not to mention that she's absolutely gorgeous and I'm jealous of whoever this random model is.
Song: {Addicted by Kelly Clarkson}
Moods: Pooey, Raped
Only Clarkson song I like. :] <3
Pooey:
Only one main mood today--pooey. Dance was horrible today. HORRIBLE. My partner has successfully achieved in setting us ten steps back. He forgot the choreography. All of it. We're performing next month. And he can't get through less than half of the routine without slamming into me and knocking me over. He also sliced my leg with his shoe today. Bout five inches big, stings like hell, flesh wound, it bled like a motha. He was apologizing all over the place, that he was like tripping over himself--I couldn't be mad at him, but I do have a right to be thorougly and utterly frustrated. On the bright side, we managed to get through the grapevine without him bringing me so close that we slammed into each other, TWICE! Haha, so ecstatic, I jumped on him like a monkey and was squealing like an insane person. Then one of my friends decided to be a little betch and just says out loud "He pulls you in because of all the sexual tension in between you two!"
Gad. Bitch.
Man, do you know how AWKWARD it is to have your ex in dance with you? (Different ex, I'm talking about, not the usual ex.) I usually have to go through that every dance practice, but lately, its been shifting... We're starting to become best friends again--like before all this bad blood went on between us. Exes that are best friends--kinda weird. Dang, seriously, he's much cuter this year than last year. Ahha, he's told me that I've changed too. SO, even though I'm not feeling any romantic feelings towards him, my FEMALE best friend (who is his partner) tells me that he was talking to her, about he could feel sparks "flying" through us again.
Sparks? Like sparkly things? And they're flying? Unless the pull is strong; VERY STRONG; I don't like going back with exes. TWO REASONS.
1. Every single bf I ever had pulled some dumbshit move that hurt me alot.
2. I'm married!
This particular ex made sure that I wasn't invited to his "party." Smart move to invite our friends right in front of me then run away. After my friends pestered him about what an ass he was being, he comes up to me, holding out his invite, saying "you want this?"
After ignoring me for about two weeks, I broke up with him.
:[ That break up was particulary painful--but its nice to know that we're becoming close again.
NOT TOO CLOSE THOUGH!
Raped:
My bitch friend from earlier did a dumbshit move today. She comes stumbling out of nowhere, grabbing onto me and my friend. I'm squealing like a little baby, and she grabs me until all three of us are standing in a little huddle. We're not doing anything. Then, the little pervert starts humping us! Gad! It was sick and I wanted to barf.
Warning: A bit R-rated material.
And I don't care if she only has orgys with girls, it was still weird--cuz I really just met her like a few months ago.
