Sacha. Hayley.
Fifteen. Jonas is the sex.
Brendon Urie turns me on.
I can be such a poet at times.
DESIRES
A fucking Gibson SG Standard.
An exact replica of Nicholas Jerry Jonas. [I accept the actual person too.]
A voice like Demi Lovato's.
My ten cent coin I dropped in the drain.
I want to go to Perth and stay with the Gomes'. I miss them. Rochelle couldn't get anymore bored and Marcus couldn't be less childish.
My room is being painted. Hot pink baybehh, with black furniture. Cannot wait. But then it means that I cannot put up my millions of Jonas posters. I think I've been absorbed into the Twilight madness. Well, I was obsessed with it when I first read Twilight last year, but then I never thought it would be turned into a movie. My sister's mad about Robert Pattinson, but honestly, who isn't?
I cannot wait for Saturday. Carollinggggg, here we come.
What's That? A Hat Crazy Funky Junky Hat Overslept Hair unsightly Tryin' to look like Kiera Knightly We've Been There We've Done That We see right through your funky hat.