Wow what the fuck I don't even remember the last time I updated this bitch.
So Dirk and I had a sleepover. Sounds a little odd, because were opposite genders, but my parents like him and they trust me. They also know I have a boyfriend so.. Meh.Sebastian has been making Jew puns...
For example:What did the train say as it was going to isreal?
Jew Jew!
I slapped him, then I laughed.
All of march break I basically just watched Grease over and over. I hung out with Sebastian. I found a stray cat and named it Lopez. Then we made out for like 10 seconds but I got a phone call so yeah...I got some of my modelling shots back :D I'm so happy. I love them.
I got my grad photos back, and I got really into Amy Winehouse.There's a dance tomorrow. From 7:00-10:30 at night. It should be fun. I went last year and danced my fucking brains out. Hero is gonna make a shirt that says [insert action here] like Yvonne dances, because I get very intense with my dance moves. No shame at all.
We started a "girls club" that happens ever Wednesday after school. We voted for names for the club, and mine won. I named the club Da Club, specifically so I can hear an announcement saying "Come on down to Da Club!"
I think I'm gonna join the band. They need a tenor sax. I'm already in a lot of stuff.. Not really. I'm in the choir, Da Club, and now my old sixth grade teacher asked me to help out with a grade 6 drama club because I'm very "dramatic" and I can hold people attention. I think Ruby is jealous >:p
Hell yes. I want her to be jealous.
LET THE JEALOUSY RAIN BITCH.Ahem.... Excuse me for that.
A few days go, my friend, Chandler Briar, and Sebastian were eating lunch in my class. Chandler eating in my class isn't a big deal, but Sebastian is a Seventh Grader, so he's the bigger problem. The teachers know were dating (but who doesn't) and they don't really care that he sits in sometimes.
Anyway, I was having some left over soup from the night before, and Chandler took it and ran out the door. I chased after him, and ran out the back exit in our class.
When I came back, after getting my soup, Sarah Penny told me that one of Hayden's friends, Martin Birch, said these words: Why can't Yvonne run like that in P.E.?Martin is kinda cute. A total douche tho. I have no interest in him.
We're watching Super Size Me in English class. If you don't know what Super Size Me is, it's a documentary about a healthy guy who starts to eat McDonalds and McDonalds only for a month to see what it does to his health. So far it's been disgusting, but I'm craving a CBO burger right now. I'd never eat that much McDonalds but it still tastes good.
Earlier in this chapter I mentioned a dance, which I went to, because this is one day later.
It was fun! Maddie Mackenzie was a hit. She's a good friend of mine. Perfect. She's pretty, a good artist, super smart, she's amazing. If I could be anybody else in the eighth grade, it's a tie between Maddie Mackenzie and Hunter Thompson.
The guy who represented the sponsors of the dance, was super gay. It was so hilarious. It's literally 50% of the reason I went. They were putting everybody's selfies up on this big pull out screen in front of the stage in the gym. People looked at the selfies while Sebastian and I made out behind the pull out screen >:PGet wrecked.
There were lasers and a smoke machine. It was cool. Not a lot of grade eights went because they said that it was gonna be stupid. I spent 10% sleeping on the stage and using my boyfriend as a pillow. I love him. I can't stress that enough. I don't even care. And if you roll your eyes every time you read this:
Fuck you, I don't care. Sure I don't know what love is but just know, I bet somebody said the same thing to you when you had your first Big Mac.
I'm tired. It's probably like 3 am, I don't really know. I'm just guessing.
I need my beauty sleep.
Love always,
Yvonne.
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The Diary of a 21st Century Hipster
Teen FictionYvonne Adler hates mainstream, Instagram, Moccasins, Low riding, and buns on the top of your head. This is her diary, which she would never tell anybody about... Well, except for the entire internet of course.