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Do you even know who they are?

It angers me whenever I see a girl in a skirt that might as well be a belt and a band t-shirt I wonder if she actually knows who this band is, any of their songs and what the meaning of the songs are (unless they sing about partying, I think that is fairly obvious). I read an FML (from Fmylife.com) where a guy saw a girl wearing a Nirvana t-shirt and he thought he would talk to her about Nirvana, but she responded with "Oh, I only bought the shirt because I liked the smiley face."
Here is a picture of the t-shirt FML was about:

Dumbest shit I have ever witnessed. And I know people who actually like the bands, and I am pretty sure they are very offended.

Rules for wearing a band t-shirt:
Rule 1) You have to know at least three songs from each album they have made.
Rule 2) You have to know the meaning of the songs, or at least on the path to finding out the meaning.
Rule 3) You have to actually like the songs.

How to keep your Secret a Secret...

Just letting you know, you have to stick to these steps. And I'm pretty sure I have a expertise in this department, as I didn't follow these steps (I hadn't officially created these steps when I didn't follow them, but now I look back on where I went wrong and I fully started thinking about and creating the steps). I'm pretty sure these steps will help you on keeping a secret crush to keeping that caterpillar that is living on your butt smoking dope a secret. In some steps there are exceptions, which I would put the exception in brackets.

Step 1) No telling.
Not a soul. Just family and the doctors (for that caterpillar I mean). (There are only a limit to two friends that you can gush/complain to. More than that there are more and more people that have the abilitly to tell, and more and more likely that there will be a person that will tell.) No telling people with a bad reputation of being a bitch, even if the reputation is most likely false, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Step 2) No Physical Evidence.
No writing about it in your diary. And if you do/already have don't take your diary anywhere with you. It could be lost/stolen. And don't write the secret all over your school books either (the crush I mean, I mean who would write about a caterpillar smoking pot on their butt all over their school book?).
(Unless you have ointment for that caterpillar, I would keep that, just hide it really well.)

Step 3) Don't act Embarrassed.
If somene tries to frighten/threaten you with the line; "I know your secret", act like there is no secret.
When they say that line, pretend thinking hard, pretend be searching your brain for secrets then say; "Wait, what?". (Plus if she/he told any one about the caterpillar living on your butt smoking pot, everyone will laugh and say "THEY'RE SMOKING POT!!").

Her name is Nellie and I'M BORED

So in case I haven't told you already, I'm getting a dog, and her name is Nellie.
And she is coming home in two days. But for now I have to deal with two very suspicious cats, pestering teachers (the end of term is also in two days, it is all very exciting), and mum getting pissed off when something is moved (turned out the two boxes in front of the cat door that was making it more difficult for the cats to get out, was so Nellie can't get out and go get herself lost or stolen (a lot of people consider a dog like Nellie a hard dog to find, including us (my family))).
I feel like I'm waiting for my frikin birthday. Which is like a month and a half away.
Also in the holidays I have all these friends planning to come over to see my dog, which I am very excited for their reactions when they see how cute she is in person, I want to get her as house trained as possible before the beginning of term four, I have to do all this crap homework, like for example; art, I have to do an all white, to scale replica of a radio which skill needed for it is far too high for myself. All I can say is, THANK GOD I'M NOT DOING ART NEXT YEAR!
Anyway, back where we started, whenever I'm bored I'm think about how much fun I could be having if Nellie was there.

Pictures :)

          
                 I want a jumper like this:                                                      Or Maybe like this:

I love this. I now own it ($3.00 NZ (But I bought it in a sale, so it might not be still available)):

I'll have the Dumbledore's army one, I <3 Hogwarts one, Mad as a hatter one, Muggle and Stupefy, and my VERY evil friend can have OFF WITH HER HEAD, Death Eater and Stupefy.

Meh, but I collect badges so...

I really like these two bracelets:

MY NEW PUPPY!:

Her name is Nellie. She was born on the 4th of July (this year).

She is MalteseXBichonXMinature Poodle.

She is quite quiet. She is SO small. REALLY cuddly. And she is coming home in two weeks!

I love this graphic!:

It's annoying, hard and just plain STUPID!

I don't get loads of comments on my Blog posts, but when I do, I do want to reply to them I do!
But I can't. When I see the list of comments I've gotten (which is like three) there is no selection to "reply". And I click on the link to take me to the post of comment, and I click the "Post Comment" button I write my reply, and then they say reply using what account. So I say Google account, because I have Gmail account so I expect a Gmail account will count as a Google account after all it is Google's e-mail thing.
And it says that my Gmail account cannot do this and to create one of these accounts I click "here" so I click "here" and it takes me to my log in? What the hell? My Gmail account works FINE in my log in.

And so here I am, seeming like a rude person, not replying to peoples comments!

Isn't that dumb?
And kind of sad?

School Dances

I went to a school dance yesterday, and it wasn't like the one I attended earlier this year.
The one I attended last time the boys were rude, they would come up from behind and grind up on girls while they're dancing.
This time they had some manners. Well.... some...
And one really sweet boy asked me to dance. He was so nice.
And I said no as politely as I could "No thanks." But I'm really nervous it sounded bitchy, or like he wasn't "good enough". He looked so nice. And walked away looking so sad.
Enough he asked again I would've definetly said yes. He was much politer than MOST boys at the dance.

Other than that there were so many girls who were wearing really short dresses, I wanted to go up to one and say "Hey, I like your top." when it is clearly meant to be a slutty dress.

That's all I have to say.
PS super sorry to the guy I turned down. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!