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These violent delights have their violent ends
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    We might kiss when we are alone, when nobody's watching. We might take it home, we might make out when nobody's there. It's not that we're scared. It's just that it's delicate.
    Please don't give up, my dear.
    Thursday, December 18, 2008, 11:19 PM

    My mom is such a control freak. She has to get everyone to do everything in her way. Ugh!

    Anyway, my piano teacher asked me today if I could sing the song that she composed. Sing as in sing in a recording studio, with the microphones and weird sound control thingys. She said that she would publish (is that the word you'll use?) it with my name and everything. WHICH MEANS I'M STARTING MY SINGING CAREER! Maybe I'll get famous and actually go to Hollywood. Then I'll be totally rich and have a private jet of my own and travel around the world. Aren't you glad that you have a soon-to-be-world-renown-singer as your friend? I'm going to be on the red carpet!

    (urmmmm, I rejected her offer 'cause I'm not comfortable with singing in front of another person much less recording it. Sorry to burst your bubble. I never wanted to be a singer anyway. The above thingy is more of a daydream 8D)

    I was in my room just now with my sister and then my mother came in and they started talking about breasts and stuff. My sister said her one side is bigger than another and everything. I was like omg, I don't believe this. hahahahahah

    Oh, thank you for all the tags and everything. I'm okay already. Love ya beautiful people :D