  Maria u spelled stalker wrong. Im typing this from my "sis's" laptop which my dad is lending her typing this crap ( lemme cuss a lil just bcuz my censorship doesent feel right) shit*, so im THAT fucking bored.
So i cant wait to crack this shell where my only peep hole is downstairs connected 2 the internet where ppl say dirty words, how i envy them.
Yes, it is sad how i am breaking into conversation after just noticing that maria was on, a blog isnt enuff, we need an IM or something because i feel so lonely in this hell w/ my grandma mumbling about all my imperfections and my sister kissing every shit that comes out of her mouth. Sadly that is the most poetic thing i have said all summer. 4 me this has been the summer of classic rock. W/ these gay posers @ my new summercamp "sym gym" these guys are so desperate to rhyme. They have activities like guard start, bay play and some other gay crap i cant remember.
But its a good rich-bitch summer camp. Kiawah was fun in that kik ass beach house even though it rained every single fucking ( how i love that word) day. At least i was with my cousins. I write this essay because i am that bored. I h8 the fact that they have that "back to school" crap already at the mall. well, g2g. BYE 
