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Jasmine de Torres

sphs, 16, january25th, basketball&volleyball are her life, juntos podemos et harumbi, gets by with a little help from her friends, God&Family ftw, purple is zee best, sunflowers too.

Come As You Are.

okay, so as not to bore you with a long-ass list of boring details, I'll just give you the gist and move on: Today was, ugh :T
first we had social studies and Mrs. A was all up in my grind saying how she can pull me out of my basketball games just because i didn't do TWO stinkin' questions for homework. i mean, i wasn't even there the last 2 classes , geeze. give me a break. and then p.e. was fucking migraine-ing because of Dirty. seriously, i wanted to punch her in the face. Lyn wanted to, too. Now, just in case you're ready to click off, thinking this blog will amount to nothing more than some big, fat, pathetic, crybaby crap about how my day went - well, think again. 'cause if you'll just bear with me, and read a little further, you'll see that it actually aims much deeper than that.
So last year, i became friends with this girl i thought was pretty nice and cool with me. But then she starts philosiphizing shit about me? what the fuuuh. anyways, it came to the point of my friends' birthday party when she started telling everyone some guy grabbed my ass and i enjoyed it? HAH, yeah, im still not over it. so i found out like, 10 minutes later and started giving her a crazy Rambo look, HAHAH. but all she did was sit in silence trying not to stare me in the eyes. whatevs' , she knows her doings. then today she was just being a total bitch telling everyone what to do in P.E. haha, shit, me and cathlyn were even pretending to shoot ourselves because of her. one day i'll just push her down the stairs. and i'll ask shells to help me(:
So, without further ado, i present to you a random list of facts in no particular order of importance or occurence, that applys to "Dirty"
a.k.a. The List:
1. That's not her real hair colour.
2. she claims to have over 13 boyfriends, some of which cheated on her by having s*x with other girls.
3. she takes waaaay to many pictures of herself thinking she's "hot".
au revoir,

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