Techno-Colored Crust

McFly's "5 Colours In Her Hair"

Recipe for a Well-Planned Death

Dès l'aube...

How is it that on the first day of fall break - one of the few times I could actually sleep in, get some shut-eye, all that fun stuff - I wake up at 6:30, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and yet, any other day, I can't seem to bother even attempting to get myself up? My dad has to come and get me. I'm almost seventeen. Shouldn't I be able to do this kind of stuff by myself? Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Foreign Objects

But you can't fix what you don't understand...

So It Was All For Nothing?

 



















You know what I hate? I hate waking up early, getting all gussied up so I can look good for my boy, and then driving to school, so proud of myself for actually putting some kind of effort into my appearance, only to discover that he's not even there to witness my transformation. I even took the trouble to accessorize! I matched my socks. It was a truly epic day. Only he wasn't there to celebrate it. Just peachy. 

But now at least I know someone Up There is out to get me. Forgive me, but I must interrogate said torturer at this time. 

Are you happy now? Are you finally satisfied with my plight? 'Cause I don't think I can take much more of this. I'm nutty enough as it is.

Undoubtedly, it would all come down to a stupid orthodontist. Does it really take that long to stare at teeth? Really?

Men. Huff.

Really, Steph? Another One?

I thought it was over. I thought I wouldn't have to be tortured again. But no. Oh, no. The world just had to test the limits of my sanity yet again. 'Cause she just had to write another one. And not just any other one. That would've been bad enough. Nope. She wrote a novella. A novella. Of all things. I mean, who even publishes those anymore?

I'm Back! Finally.

Okay, so I know haven't been on in like...hmmm, let's see...a couple of months? Mostly because this has basically just turned into a blog for my eyes alone. But, whatever. You win some, you lose some. Or, as in my case, you don't win any. Sometimes life's funny like that.
Anyways...so a lot of stuff has happened to me since I last logged on. And, seeing as it's such a long list, I thought I'd try to make it as short and sweet as possible. Well, as sweet as any Before Breakfast blog can be. Which, hopefully, is sweet enough for y'all...well, me. So far. *hint, hint*
1. I'm currently failing not one, but two of my sophomore classes. And not just any classes. Drum roll, please. Art and Creative Writing. And you know what the absolute worst part is? Those are - supposedly - some of my best classes! Ah, the irony.
2. Apparently, some of the blogs I was following, such as Banners by Lyndsay, cupcake witch, and Just Blinded Blog Makeovers, no longer exist. It just keeps getting better, doesn't it?
3. My bestie Z and I are trying to bridge the gap between lifelong friendship and potential romance. Rather unsuccessfully I might add. And yes, Z is a guy. Sorry, my fellow ladies. My door doesn't exactly swing that way. If you catch my rather obvious drift.
4. Apparently, God, the devil, my mother, and all the crazies inbetween saw fit to make my life miserable. Really, people? Really? Do you have nothing better to do? 'Cause I know I do.
5. My other BiFFle, Nik Whoa. Scratch that. We'll just call her...Sorry. Just waiting for some inspiration. Anytime now. Anytime. Ah, there we go. Verse. Short for Converse, in case you were wondering. Considering that her feet are having an epic Romeo and Juliet style love affair with them at the moment. I'm just sayin'. Well, let's just say that shoes aren't the only thing that Verse has fallen into wildly passionate lust, er, love with. Ahem.
6. Finally, to top it all off, the guy I've been pining after since God and Mary knows when is probably gay. Do all the cute ones have to be gay? Is it too much to ask to have one, just one be straight? Or bi. Or something. Is it? 
Moral to this jilted story: Why me? Why does it always have to be me?