Gaga OoO La La

So the ups and downs of the emotional roller coaster of today have caused me to blog.
Not neccessarily a deadly sin but enough to pull me through.

I start off waking up feeling like I'm sitting on top of the world because I just bought a banging outfit Banana Republic and was ready to display it to the world. But then just like a scene out of Mean Girls, with my LBD and knee high boots in tow, the parents were split on judgement. You got father looking me up and down in dismay like a hooker on a street corner but then you got mom on the other hand raving about how cute and stylish the ensem is. Gah, to think only 264 days until I move into my College Dorm......counting down faster than the ball droppin at New Years'

Once at church I have a mental meltdown when I realize that the internet connection on the computer is on the fritz. What else could be new seeing how this computer literally lives to DESTROY my life. But whatever, it was effectively resolved later and my duties as POWERPOINT GIRL were resumed. I couldn't help but being extremely proud of the benediction of the service though. Girls' Ensemble got to rock out and we were overwhelmingly welcomed after our performance. Thsi created quite an extensive amount of hype around our following debuts at the Christmas Candlelight service.

But my optimal meltdown came at the later of the day. After being accused by my psycho mother of intentionally sabotaging her Christmas bins and their labels, I came into some interesting information that kind of made me flip my lid a little but not too much. Nothing that couldn't be resolved by Lady Gaga and MK of course.

Ode to Gaga:
When you give me K-Kisses, that's money honey...
Ra Ra Ra a a, Ma Ma Ma a a a, Gaga ooo la la...
LUHVE, LUHVE LUHVE LUHVE...
p p p poker face p p p poker face....
Don't need no paper gangsta...


So after submergement in total gaga-ocity and of course medium amounts of venting, the proper state of mind was restored.
Then there was the ride home that was intruded by the iPOD shuffle setting of nothing but stupid tragic lovesongs that make SICK!
But yeah, tomorrow is a new day and I'm not about living in yesterday but we'll see how the rest of the week goes.....

Song of the Second:
Errbody gettin crunk crunk
Boys tryin to touch my junk junk
Gonna smack em if they gettin too drunk drunk
Goin to they kick us out
or the police shut us down down
police shut us down down
po po shut us down
- Ke$sha


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