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Ok so last weekend I went to a dance recital and it was kinda cool I guess. But the the people who owned the dance studio used to work at one in Nc and all this drama went down so now they have there own studio. The recital was cute and all the little kids sucked and it made every one go awwwwwwwww. But any way people from the old studio ( where they used to work OK) came and left these notes like they were five and totaly bashed the recital they said things like “you took something beautiful and made it ugly” I was like ok well first off your ugly but then I was like how can a bunch o 5 year olds standing on stage be beautiful or ugly I know they were talking about dancing but for real there was little real dancing to be found plus the asses that left the notes didn’t even stay till the end I was like GO HUMP A FUCKING COUCH YA HOE right I relay hate yuppies too. But then when I got home the door to my room was open.(which is a major sin in the world of EMILY) I was like whoa who did this and of cause my dad did it cause the was the only one home so I went GRRRRRRRR and slammed my door and started about how I get no privacy and just cause my room is on ground level does not mean you have a free pass to enter the “cave” and my sisters room is up stairs and they never go in there. Right? GRRRRRRRRRRR then my dad was like where is the cord for your camera (he insist on using mine cause he broke his(I broke it but shhh)) I was like I don’t know looks like you raided my room so it must not be in there. Then my mom threw me the look of death that all moms have that strike the fear of gos in to there children no matter how old they are so I went to my room which is like 3 feet away from the kitchen and pouted and listened to CHER for like an hour GRRRRRRRRRRR. I went shopping the other day and got these mondo cute shorts and two awesome bras that I would run around shirtless in cause they kick lots of ass. Oh and on the way home from the dance thingy I said something about my hair some where alon the lines of “ yeah cause I have a wad o’ hair” and my mom goes well we can do something with it you should get it cut this summer I was like yeah and look like a clown with a f’n fro umm no thank you Barnum and Baily but I’ll pass. Then she was like well we can get you a staitner and get it razored. (eww I hate that look like just no) I was like a staitner that would actually have any effect on my hair would cost like 200 coin so I really don’t think you wanna spent that kind of money on my hair cause your cheep. I was like I would straiten my hair when its long but not short ever cause I look like a mondo DIKE like someone I know who name sounds a lot like wachel babb. Sooooooo no on the whole hair thing cause I kinda killed that discussion with my opinion of hair and money. Oh and I might get a new phone woot woot. But it’s my money so not so much woot kinda like Woot.