teen-heartache

Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search: A: Chloe needs help. Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search: A: Chloe looks like a blop of pink. Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search: A: Chloe says "Hi!" Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search: A: Chloe wants to be in pictures! Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search: A: Chloe does Yale Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search: A: Chloe hates you. Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search: A: Chloe asks to borrow you for awhile. Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search: A: Chloe goes missing. Q: Type in "[your name]

i've been grounded, i think i still am. umumum, not much. i've been reading and drawing and listening to music and anything so i wont be bored out of my skull. i got the ellen hopkins books (impulse, burned, glass--or whatever) impulse is good, glass is pretty good, i didn't read crank so i'm a little lost. they're quick reads which is good. OH i got the new issues of the umbrella academy, i'll be sad to see it come to an end. going to meet my friend up the street in a few minutes. ciao.

In relation to Dan's recent rediscovery of The Black Eyed Pea's Where is the Love? That is my title. God, I haven't that song in forever. What ever happened to meaningful songs? I mean, I don't think I've heard a decent pop song with any meaning in it since 9/11. It's all about OMG! MY BOYFRIEND BROKE UP WITH ME! and shit like that. Sometimes I think I'd be better off in the 60's. My mom has also become super bitch. She loves to interrupt me at the most inconvenient times. Like, in the middle of corpse pose during my daily yoga. Just to tell me, hey, you're not allowed to bring YOUR computer into school tomorrow because you forgot