QweenSamone

i want straight hair. really badly. last year, my hair broke off and i had to get it oober short and oober curly. i made fun of so much about it. but truth be told, i could care less about that. I just want some more self esteem, and i think straight hair just might do the trick. my family keeps saying, keep it curly, you look so adorable. but i dont want to look good in other people’s eyes. i want to look good in my own. saturday is on its way, and i think the curl is leaving…

art is like a passion to me. I’ve always been great at art. for some odd reason, i just stopped, and decided to give music a try. but i hate music, i mean, i love music, but performing has never bee my thing. i feel like i’ve lost my talent. and i know, artist never lose their talent, but my mind wont let me think that i’m still good. i drew a sketch of a bird the other day sitting on a power line, i hated it. but later on, i realized it was beautiful. i think i want to be a more confident artist than i already am. i have to start back up again. art is a passion. you never lose a passion.

There’s this summer acting campcalled summer stage that theyhold at the high school down the street from my house. They always have practices, make a bunch of noise, and whenever they have a play, the entire neighborhood suddenly becomes a parking lot, and hearing tons of people in the middle of the night walking around is oober annoying. So, me and a few friends are out to seek revenge. Next year, we’re going to get mini flashlights to distract people, lazer pointers to well… point (but not in the eyes), and we’re putting our cell phones on their highest volume and calling each other, while we are sitting right next to each other. Yeah, next summer’s gonna be sweet… SWEET REVENGE!