New Game

Just drop to say this:

I asked a random 9th grader to stick this on N's back. With an extrastickyglue

'Dear N.B you're so Dead, you messed up with the wrong person. Us. Obviously duh. Such a typical new girls' mistakes. You don't know who rules. You won't know how to survive. You started the game. We won't stop until the game is over. But the game is not going to be over until...well yea let see. This is gonna be so much fun xoxo, MI&LF'

So.. The game has just started :D

Marquee found N's old myspace profile. What the hell with the pictures? Damn ugly blonde with oily face, real-bad hair, hugehuge pores, in a real-low-cut halter top that her boobs looked like they were gonna pop out. Ew. Ew. Ew. And her friends are all perverts. We 're sure about that. Most of her comments say 'nice boobs' 'I wanna suck on em' 'give daddy ur boobs' EWWWW. This is the worstslashbest: She replied their comment!!! So the point is she's a cyberslashreallife bitch. Standing ovation!!! Fyi, Marquee set her myspace page as the homepage of the whole computers in the computer lab. Thank you, M

Have you seen Mean Girls? This could be worse. Lsmooch

Double-yuck. With Details

Our real-life has been MIA for a while. But now it's back. Who wants to hear a story? No one :(? What about a juicy gossip?? Yay!

Remember the Whore Wears Chanel? Everybody was, like, talking about her (we guess so). Cause they said something like, "Have you seen the new girl?" "Oh, yea poor her. I heard she got expelled from her old school cause she got caught smokin' weed" "Yea? I thought she was selling weed during exam" "She almost burnt her old school" "Whoa! Crazy. I heard she slept with the principal too" "Uhuh, someone said she got V.D" "God! I thought it was AIDS or something" "What's her name again?" "I guess it's Nikki or something, I don't know dude"

What a nasty bitch! Ew! Ew! EWWW! Nikki the Nasty Bitch ha-ha! And yea I saw her today. Marquee was right, she is a total Paris wannabe, lmao. Oh! What about Tristán? We've talked today, I asked him if he knew Nikki, and he said nope, yay everything is fine :D pheww...

Kayy I better go Tristán said he will call me tonight. Buhbye. L


P.S We've got lots of compliment on our tattoos :D (Or lots of "AAAAH SPIDER!!!" in my case :p)

Double-yuck. With Details

Our real-life has been MIA for a while. But now it's back. Who wants to hear a story? No one :(? What about a juicy gossip?? Yay!

Remember the Whore Wears Chanel? Everybody was, like, talking about her (we guess so). Cause they said something like, "Have you seen the new girl?" "Oh, yea poor her. I heard she got expelled from her old school cause she got caught smokin' weed" "Yea? I thought she was selling weed during exam" "She almost burnt her old school" "Whoa! Crazy. I heard she slept with the principal too" "Uhuh, someone said she got V.D" "God! I thought it was AIDS or something" "What's her name again?" "I guess it's Nikki or something, I don't know dude"

What a nasty bitch! Ew! Ew! EWWW! Nikki the Nasty Bitch ha-ha! And yea I saw her today. Marquee was right, she is a total Paris wannabe, lmao. Oh! What about Tristán? We've talked today, I asked him if he knew Nikki, and he said nope, yay everything is fine :D pheww...

Kayy I better go Tristán said he will call me tonight. Buhbye. L


P.S We've got lots of compliment on our tattoos :D (Or lots of "AAAAH SPIDER!!!" in my case :p)

Whore wears Chanel. Since when?

Bad newwwws alert!!! Here is my conversation with Marquee via txt

M: L!!! I hav sumthin to tell!!
L: go ahead. Is it a yum or a yuck?
M: cnt tell u naww. Meet u at lunch. Its a double-yuck :(
L: uh oh!!

Ok. Seriously, time was running sooo slow. My mind was full with the thoughts of 'the double-yuck'. I didn't pay attention to Mr. Svartscovski or whatever is it. Luckily, he did the same to me.

Ages later, the bell rang. Finally! Thanks God. I ran to the cafetaria, as fast as I could. I saw lots of newbies with baggy pants and below-the-knees skirt. Bahaha. Ok I caught M on 'our' table. No one dare to sit there. Bahaha.

And then.. Marquee whispered me the double-yuck news 'sssh... A whore... Sshhsh.. Chanel latest season... Shshhsh... Tristan.. Sssshhs...They know each other'. What the eff??! Whoever she is, Whatever she wears, I'm gonna make her feels like a bad-bad sushi. Watch me, biatch.

First, me and Marquee are going to find out her identity. Not that we care that much about her, the fck if we do. We just wanna have a little fun with her. MMMUUAAHHAHA (evil laugh).

I'm the opposite of in the mood. So byebye for now. See ya. L

Summer is Over. Ugh Bummer

:( :( It's the last day of Summer Break. Awww sad. No more jacuzzi, or pool or beach. No more topless guys. No more sunbathing, not that we're not tanned we're just gonna miss our sunblock and oversize sunglasses and bikinis. Aww and the beach parties!! And the all-day spa. Dang! we're gonna missmissmiss you, Summer. :(

Well, tomorrow we're no longer in 9th grade. Sayonara. We have to admit that our freshmen year... Was indescribable. Can't wait for tomorrow!!! Oh, since we go to a private school, we're not free-clothed. We have to wear skirts from the school. Navy wool pleated skirts. They used to came all way down to our knees. But now they're barely cover our thighs, extremely short. Puhhlease, we'd grown so much in a year, with some helps from the tailor ofcourse ha-ha!

We gotta go. Gonna spend the last day of summer. What are we going to do? We'll tell ya later. Byebye. L