so yeah im talking to katie hall tonight and im telling her all of my stories that havent been posted. and there are several.
1. so i go to new orleans, me, my cousin, emily, nana and my mother. nana and mother go off to look at gardens and shit, and emily and i go to the mall. im wearing a white tank top, not bra. yeah, it rains. so im walking down bourbon st. showing everyone the contents of my shirt, not a good thing. i get hit on 800 times. "hey hows it going?" "i like that shirt" " you wanna come up to my room?" now at this one i could keep my mouth shut no longer. "why dont you shove it up your ass, huh?" one day im going to get shot in the middle of cussing someone out. so we go into a souvenier store and i buy the first shirt i see, regardless of size or style. not smart. the damn thing was an x-large...... and white. god damn it! i throw it in the nearest garbage can and go to another one, emily this time makes sure it fits and is the right color. i still dont know what it looks like.
2. another new olreans story. emily and i are walking down the street and we hear this voice behind us going "hey! hey! wait!" emily looks like she has pissed herself. we turn around and here is this ugly-ass guy, he looks like he is about 40. hes like" so how are you guys?"
"not bad"
"where are you going?"
"were going to meet my father for lunch, do you wanna come and meet him?"
"oh, uh......how old are you guys?"
"we're 16"
"oh shit! im sorry"
(exit creepy 40 yr old)
3. well today i was bored and i wanted some cigarettes. i think, i know how to drive and there is a car in the driveway. my mom isnt home and i think ill just go and get some, so i drive, license-less, to toney, to a place where i know they sell cigarettes to minors. on my way there this hobbo runs infront of me, deja vu from hell! not screaming but this one has a bag of cheese puffs in his hand. i stop, after i shit my pants, and yell ou the window "god damn it, move out of my way!" he runs off and gives me this creepy look. i drive on the store and ask for the cigarettes, she cards me, the bitch cards me. the usual guys isnt there. i drive off thinking of somewhere else to go, well ther is one in huntsville, so i start to go there. i go to another store on the way thinking that they did, well the dont. i walk up to this guy and say how old are you?
"how old are you"
"what"
"how old are you"
"uh 20"
"i was wondering if you would buy me a pack of cigarettes"
"uh sure"
(he was very eloquent)
"ok i want blah blah blah"
i go back to my car and wait for him to come out. he drives over to where im parked
"hey thanks alot"
"sure, what do i get for them"
"five bucks?"
"i have a condom in my car"
"how about, no, and you take the five dollars?"
i give him the five dollars and leave. on my way home i see on the side of the road, who else but the hobbo, but something is wrong, there is an ambulance and another car pulled off on the sholder. dumbass ran out into the road and got hit. the cheesy poofs are all over jeff road. the bag blowing lonely in the breeze. i laughed the whole way home. | 
my week has been pathetic, my life has reduced to pizza rolls, ramen and downloading 4 cds worth of music. not to mention downloading a million jpop/rock music videos. oh the laughing joke my life has been reduced too. i have been learning japanese all week. im going to move there after high school and teach english. hopefully meet a hot jap (even though everyone knows they have small asian boy penis's, quite sad) [
] not all hope is lost though, there are american and english guys over there 
