I would be your heroin....

If I had a drum teacher, an additional 2 years added on to my life, extra math brain cells, the ability to be perfect, and a waif like body, perhaps I could be a star.But, only perhaps.Vegas was a big shiny culturally devoid epicenter; mostly of white trash and white trash parading as those who know a thing or two about how visors are never attractive. However classist that might sound, for lack of a better word I filled in with white trash.The one plus was the makeup store and ability to wear punkish clothes and scare my cousins. I suppose it was not a complete waste of time, but so boring was my time spent in Las Vegas and unexciting was my short vacation I do not truly feel like disclosing everything.However, my cousin Zoe straightened my hair, and I wore it to school today. Big mistake. Apparently I was born to have straight hair and I look awful with my retarded jew fro- which really just re-enforces this fear I had in the first place. So now, since it looks so great, I know walking around with curls makes me look like a big, ugly, fat kid. Oh, and sice I just wrote a paragraph on the absolute horridness of my life due to my curly hair, add RETARD to the list of things I am.Plus STAR testing starts tomorrow. Oh fucking happy day. Remeber last year when i had a size 6 waist and I just started dating tom and I went swimming everyday with him after the tests, and we had our first kiss and everything was bloody ducky?Yes well, those days are long gone. Now I am a high schooler, for the all the benefits of air conditioning, I must sit in windowless rooms (I am cool, however) and poke my expanding gut. We are released at the regular time and life continues, however monotonous and half involving it is. I have tethrathalon this weekend and I will NOT let Julie talk me into going, I'm quiting. I'll stay home and maybe go to a show and let vic jam on her bass alone since I am obviously a hungry jack ho who cannot do much right, except use big words (or at least bigger than my peers) that even furher alienate me from teenage society...But, I think I am being melo dramatic.Alas, the family has started to scream again.I feel like I have just gotten onto the highway of life, and hit a deer.Amanda