glee season finale tonight at 9. anyone watching?


Sorry I haven’t posted for a few days. I’ve been extremely busy studying as it was finals week last week. Eh, I didn’t do as well as I thought I would. It was Brookie’s birthday on the first of June then my older brother celebrated his birthday on the third. Happy birthday to you guys. I’ve also been very busy with dance; some performances and a competition coming up meaning lots and lots of rehearsals. And I still have to work too. I’ve barely spent any time with my friends or even my boyfriend. Tomorrow I have absolutely nothing planned so I’m spending the entire day with Dev :) Just me and him.

My mom made me go to the grocery store to pick up a few things on Wednesday night. I really didn’t want to go because I was tired, I had to study and I felt like she was being unreasonable so I forced Chloe to come with me just to piss her off. I do that a lot. If I am mad about something, I’ll sometimes make someone else (one of my siblings) mad too just to somewhat satisfy myself. Yes guys, I am that much of a bitch.
Because I was in a rush to get into the grocery store and get out, I was moving quickly. I walked straight into the automatic sliding doors. So, I’ve learnt my lesson. Never underestimate those doors. Just because they’re automatic doesn’t mean they’ll open for you at the right moment.

I now have a bump on my forehead. Looks great.

I’ve been noticing that whenever someone leaves a comment on a post of mine, that post will sometimes automatically be erased. It happened with two older posts and the one that I previously wrote yesterday. This. Is. Annoying.

I have another baby story for ya :D! Okay so, when I was 3 and Laura was 4, we were colouring at the kitchen table. I went to get off my chair to get something when I tripped and fell. I started crying and ran to mommy who was in the living room. I told her that Laura hurt me so my mom went to give Laura shit for it. When she did, Laura denied it saying she never touched me, which was true. Now I had a history of blaming everything on my siblings especially on Laura.

My mom believed her and put me in timeout. While I was standing in timeout and my mom was out of view, Laura came and hit me twice. When I told my mom what had happened, Laura denied it and of course, my mom didn’t believe me and I was in timeout again for “lying”.

After my mom finished telling us this story at dinner a few nights ago, Laura admitted that she did hit me the second time. Did I get an apology from my mother for putting me in timeout again for lying? Nope.

Happy 17th birthday Luke and Kyle (they are not twins or related in any way) and happy 8th birthday to Nikki’s lil’sis Hannah.

I was rudely awakened last night by none other than Chloe and Kara. It was around 2 pm when they came running in to my bedroom, woke me up telling me that someone was in the house. 

Because I was basically half asleep as this whole situation was happening, I don’t remember all of the details. 

Before I could say anything, we heard the sound of a door opening then closing. It wasn’t the front door but one of the small doors leading to the kitchen. It happened again. They absolutely freaked out. I’ll admit that I was a little scared too. 

They said that someone should go downstairs to investigate. Obviously they meant me. I found some “stuff” in my bedroom that I could use as a weapon if needed including some high heels and clothes hangers. Yeah, those would really save me from a knife or gun. 

As we headed down the stairs, the girls following behind me, we noticed that the kitchen light was on and so was the basements. The front door was still locked and it looked as if it hadn’t been tampered with (too many CSI and Criminal Minds shows). 

I went around the corner towards the kitchen and by that time, I was shaking cuz I was so scared.

No one was in the frigging kitchen. 

The three of us stood around for a while, still investigating the main area of the house when we heard the sounds of feet running up the basement stairs. Scariest. Thing. Ever. 

Laura then appeared at the stop of the staircase laughing. Our family’s messed up.

Apparently Laura came downstairs to get something to eat but she heard Kara and Chloe awake and freaking out cuz they heard noises so Laura decided to freak em out. Why the girls decided to wake me up and not our parents?! IDK! 

Screw you, Laura.


Sorry about “my” last post. Ray used her”gift” and hacked onto my account. Don’t ask! I think I’m gonna keep it though because it’s a funny story written in Ray’s weird way. She’s on odd one that girl.

We have a long weekend this weekend. No school on Monday, yay. Most of my moms side came over yesterday, lots of kids! And my dads side will be coming today which is good for Laura and I cuz our cousins are around our age.

A few posts ago, I wrote about a story my mom told us about when we were little. I have another one!!

The story:
Laura and I have a love/hate relationship. We’ll either get along great or we’ll hate each other. It has ALWAYS been like that. When she was 5 and I was 4, we were fighting over who got to use the crayons first instead of actually sharing. We refused to share. It eventually became physical- I hit her then she pushed me to the ground. Our parents separated us and my mom said “What am I going to do with the two of you to make you stop fighting? All you two can do is fight, fight, fight and we’ve had enough”. I think it was meant to be a rhetorical question but I replied anyway. “Um… chocolate” and Laura agreed. My dad asked what chocolate had to do with what we were talking about. Without missing a beat, Laura said “Chocolate will make us stop fighting. Wight, Olivia?”. My mom replied “Uh huh, nice try girls. No chocolate”. So Laura hit me and I hit her back.

Apparently my dad told my mom that he thought he should by us some chocolate.

We were some smart kids.


I told you I would be back! It’s Ray Ray and I have successfully managed to hack into Olivia’s blog account just like I did to Erin. I warned y’all that I’d be back. If you don’t understand what the hell I’m talking about then it would be very wise of you to read THIS. Duh duh duh duhhhh!! And Olivia, this is not in annoyance, it is simply a gift that I was told by the gods of… Gifts not to waste.

For today’s post, I’d like to tell you about my little encounter with the supermen of all city busses but unfortunately for me, Erin has already beaten me to daa punch and wrote about it on her blog. But I’ma continue anyway. So yesterday me, Erin and a few more friends of ours went to see a movie but unfortunately we had no way of getting there other than bus. So we took the bus. Duh duh duh duhhh! These three drunk dudes got on the bus dressed as supermans. They told us that they were supermen and they had come to save us from the evil bus driver. Then the third dude told us that he was gonna have sex with Megan Fox. Weird, right? Okay so I told them that they were drunk (i honestly don’t think they knew that) and that they should leave because the Black Widow wassa comin’ to kick their fat asses. They left. The end.

Good story, eh? Well, I’d better go now but I will advise you, I WILL BE BACK! Muahaha!

Kk, bye.