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Ayesha, 15

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Saturday, 23 August 2008 @ 21:19
I'm 13. My mom got engaged today.


Helloooh.
Today was my mom's engagement day. I guess I'm happy for her, although this means that I have a project to work on - getting used to my new stepdad. My mom read/heard somewhere that it takes about 2 years for the guy and the kids to be alright with each other. So only in August 2010 will we finally be like, a family. Hmm.. Longgggggg way to go. I'll be in sec 3, omg.

So Project Stepdad has started, except I'm not trying to bond with the man right now - I'm blogging. I should go outside and get to know him but I don't want to. Well not right now anyway. Ugh I'm feeling all stuffed and sickish and weird.

FTEs or EOYs or whatever they're called are next term. Week.. I don't know what. I'm not sure when I plan on studying, but I sure as hell am not gonna try making a schedule, because I can't stick to them for nuts. We should be getting our progress reports soon. I bet I'm not in the top 10% anymore. I barely just passed for my history. Cos you know what? For the history common test, I overslept and came to school late. And the paper was during the first period so.. had less time, panicked and didn't finish a few questions and the last one was worth quite a lot. Ahh dammit.
Oh well. At least I didn't fall asleep and write chicken scratch.

Today was the first time I wore make up and had it on the whole day. Like normally I don't even use eyeliner like a lot of girls do, but right now I've eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara on. Hahahaha. Kay it felt gross at first, but kind of got used to it after a while. Well obviously, why else would I still be wearing it?
It's sort of fun you know, playing with make-up. I remember how me and Alyaa used to dress up and play with my mom's stuff. There was once where we turned ourselves into ghosts with deathly pale skin(because of talcum powder) and had lipstick down our faces and blue bruises. Alyaa was paler of course because she's naturally fair and really did look like a ghost. Hahaha. Then we found out that make-up was really hard to remove. Especially when you use them at places they're not supposed to be on(like water-resistant lipstick on your cheeks).

Today I scared my brother. How? By making my eyes bulge. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Kay. I hadn't done that in years and I thought that maybe I'd lost the hang of it, buttt I proved myself wrong. Whooo!

I don't know if I've told you this, but a few weeks ago I hid behind the drapes at the door and after my brother had gone in and closed it, I jumped out and screamed at him and he almost pee-ed in his pants I swear. You should have seen the look on his face. Hahahahhahahahhaha.

.. And then he cried and my mom scolded me a little but I didn't really care cos it was too funny. I'm laughing as I type this and this makes me want to pee so I might as well go pee before I pee right here.

Okay done. I changed into my PJs too so i guess I took quite long. But you wouldn't care so forget it.

I vant to paint somefink. I had the urge to paint the inside of my cupboard and I did. I want canvas now. Or better, a place where I can throw paint and hurl my thoughts out at paper and the floor and actually get away with it. Sigh I'll keep dreaming.

Bye.

P/S I love my mom(even if she gets high on herself) and I'm really proud and happy for her for getting engaged. I should get this tattooed on me.
Okay wth.