Loosed out of Hell to speak of horrors--he comes before me

No.
Sierra. It's not. (fashionable to always be matching)
so it's ok that today my sarcasm does not match my shoes.
my shoes match my jacket, which matches my shirt, which also matches my eye shadow.

Really funny things have been happening. but apparently I dont have the ability to accomplish posting a blog which describes these hilarities.This is what Shakespeare does to me.

So, this weekend (started with Friday...I went home at noon...fell asleep and didnt get up until 3:35...when Tyler texted me and asked me if we were hanging out. I got ready in 5 minutes. Curled hair and make-up and everything. I think I posses superhuman powers. =D oh that's right..I was born with this thing called girl, and so I automatically win.
hmmm...more quotes along the lines of girls ruling the world are soon to come.

then Saturday I hung out with Eli, Triston, Tyler, and Jeri. we watched movies and were lazy all day. Then we went to Eli's Derby race. That's basically all for Saturday.

Sunday I had a tournament.
We got second. woot. I almost punched some girls in the face. ughhh.
My step-dad texted me during the tournament in the middle of one of my rage fests...and bout made me cry. =D
I love him.

Jeri was refusing to take a shower yesterday...so I told my mom to crack an egg in her hair...she laughed and said "I'll let you do that when you get home" and continued the laughing.

uhm I'm tired.
it's monday.
but its also tuesday and a half?
idkkk?

I'mma go.
(Seacrest?) outttttt.