Lovely Stories to Drown in the toilet

Today on the life of Chaos....





A small update on the European society. I quit! I quit after two pic nicks this summer. Grandmother is stilled really pissed at me but um...see my caring face??? (Obviously you don't but let me tell u, it ain't pretty)





So i have lovely stories for you all today...this is where the real BS starts piling in for you...





Okay first off I recently moved back to the USA, and let me tell you, I've already had certain mental pictures I'd rather not have. This one kid, who basically everyone hates and yet still talks to me for some God Damn Reason turned to me and was all "Hey guess what I'm not a virgin anymore," and I stood and fought the urge, a lot of it may I add, to say "Holy shit with what??" I mean, he's ugly and I mean U-G-L-Y. Like the fuglyiest you'll get. I really didn't need to know those things about him.





So now that I have your attention on these lovely stories I seem to always subject myself to hearing, let's continue...



I had a girl in my class last year, like I've said before I'm not going to mention names on here, but let me tell you something if someone can piss you off its her. First she tries to steal my boyfriend. Then she acts all smart cuz she fucking got one question right that no body else had... Hullo dipshit...you spent 9 years in Portugal...I spent 1, and yet I got the exact same grades as you....you're not that smart.

Than this other girl in my class is like always walking around with shitty sixth graders. Like for real freshman's with sixth graders. That's like me hanging out with my sister. Don't get me wrong I love hanging out with her but we have this mutual agreement that states when we see each other at school the only words aloud to be muttered to one another is "Hi, Bye, and can you loan me some lunch money," Now she is like f'n rich. She has three houses horses, donkeys, pools, a pond, i don't know a million things. Anyway she invited me for her weekend birthday party, she was only supposed to invite one person. The most irritating part of that weekend was that all she could listen to was "Rancho," which are bunch of old man playing accordion, young people dressed in traditional and fugly ass clothes and old ladies screaming into a microphone. Notice I said screaming and not singing. Because they actually do scream with this really high pitched voice.

This is why you can't do crack and have sex. People please just pick one. Other wise you're going to ruin some poor kids life by making them instant morons. And everyone knows you can't recover from IS...Idiotic Syndrome....

Buts that's my life, and half of Americans', right???

More to come later on, for now...

Chaos