silky shiny hair, uggs boots, looking pretty, and abercollister.

First off I would like to start off by saying, there is more to me than my ugg boots, shiny hair, looking pretty, and "abercollister". (credit to Max Bradley for that, ha) And Mrs. Pratt, you stereotype people too easily, and are just jealous that you can't sit there in your ugg boots and look pretty! FYI MRS PRATT, I do not look at myself and tell myself i'm pretty, its actually quite the opposite. It's more like "Wow lauren, why are you so fat?" or "Ew, why is my hair so frizzy?" So get it straight, and stop making me and my friends sound like self obsessed idiots, because were actually far from it. I'm sorry that I happen to care about the way I look?

Anyways, that whole thing started when our guidance counselour came in to my nerd language arts class to tell us about honors and have us sign up for applications. So i signed up for English, Biology, and World Civ. Anyways, back to the point, she was explaining to us how we would have to write a short essay on why we should be accepted into honors. So out of nowhere, completely unprovoked, Mrs. Pratt looks right at me Marisa and Grace, and is like "So Mrs. Roach, would it be acceptable to write "You should accept me into honors because I use expensive hair products to make my hair shiny, silky, and smooth, and because i sit there in my ugg boots and look pretty?" Wow, everyone in the class immediately turns to us, because we all know who she's talking about. Whatever, I take it as a compliment, it's better than sitting there and looking ugly! Oh, and then walking to my bus, Max comes up to me and is like "I heard Mrs. Pratt was making fun of you cause of your 'abercollister'." :) Wow Max.

Ugh ew, new cycles today. So my class is in art now, and as if its not bad enough that Johnny has been in my cycle class for the past 3 years, THIS IS THE 3RD YEAR IN A ROW I'VE SAT NEXT TO HIM IN ART. I honestly can't stand that kid.

Oh, and somehow me and Grace ended up walking home from the mall today.. and Grace was sweatshirt-less and it was about 34 degrees outside, so I used one of my million giftcards and bought her a 5.99 sweatshirt (: Hah, then we enjoyed a nice, long 3 mile walk back to Grace's, after a quick stop at Borders for Jonas magazines. :)