i love being yelled at in spanish english and italian on any given day -__-

and why the fuck does my dad have louis prima playing at midnight. loudly.

its midnight.

watch tv.

im trying to watch The Brothers.

i remind myself of beyonce in this movie lmao. i turn into angry beyonce any time any girl talks to my boyfriend a way i dont like.

today my mom took me to the bronx. i missed the bronx.

she doesnt hate tristan, she doesn’t mind him she just wishes he didnt live so far away and shit like that. i guess im kinda glad about that and should probably tell him. i mean still neither of us really like her all that much lol. after last week.

i miss seeing him alot too -.- but my dads too busy with his boyfriend everyday and my moms at work O.o and she wont let his parents drive me anywhere  /: which kinda sucks ass and is pretty dumb cuz she knows his parents (well i kinda get where shes coming from somewhat, but still) 

anywayy i have to lose as much weight as physically possible by friday, which is my doctors physical /: super -___-

and my family decided i should learn more about my heritage O.o greattt.

so now i can get talked to in 3 different languages instead of just yelled at in 3 different languages -__-

OH AND I HATE WHEN GUYS WANNA CHEAT ON THEIR GIRLFRIENDS EVEN IF THEY SAY THEY “LOVE” THEM

the kids i sit for are monstersss O.o

the older one today peed on the younger one’s baseball card.

and then ran around the house pantsless.

i was just singing this goofy little song i made up about this picture i saw, of this girl.. it was just like “its a fat slut in a christmas bikini” …but now it wont get out of my head.. at all.. -____- i feel bad though. cuz she is a fat slut, and her bikini is christmas colours..awkk.

dont make it out like i’m the slut. i’ve been dating the same boy for a while and not trying to “hook up” with random guys.

she makes fun of it all the time.

she doesnt let me see him on our ANNIVERSARY. 

and shes “over” me talking about him. 

hes MY boyfriend. not yours. I appreciate our relationship.

she thinks we’re going to break up on the drop of a hat. NOPE.

i’d really like if she didn’t switch moods like bambambam. its kind of annoying at this point. and i wish that she was actually proud of me at some point.

even when i did competitions or recitals or performances or anything.. while all the other moms helped their kids get ready and were like you’re gonna do great, im so proud of you, etc. it was always adrienne do it yourself. adrienne you get this right. adrienne shut the fuck up. after it, it was always LETS GET OUT OF HERE or “oh you messed this up”. never a good job. 

and i wish she would stop touching my shit. PLEASE JUST LET ME DO IT MYSELF IM FUCKING FIFTEEN NOT SIX YEARS OLD ANYMORE.