it's a brand new me.

GOOD NEWS: I have officially recieved 1,500 pageviews! props go out to all of my subscribers, especially Lady-of-Slauighter, Acellulume-Drive, Rizarviousvdb, DaRembelics, and scazzletrump. many thanks.

MORE GOOD NEWS: for all of you who don't know who biLLy bOy On poiSon is -- you should be ashamed of yourself. seriously. they are a mind-blowing band from right here in West Hollywood. their lead singer is my BFF and also an amazing musician who is finally getting the recognition he deserves. bbOp finally recieved some radio time on Sunday night when KROQ aired their old-school rocknroll single, "Saturday's Child." congratualtions to Davis, Jessi, Ryan, Julian, and Greg. this is what we've been waiting for!

AND STILL, MORE GOOD NEWS: I know what you're thinking: even more good news?! I don't think I can stand it! I think my brain will boil in my head and I'll die because the fact that so many good things are being thrown at me right now is so fucking brain-boilingly UNBELIEVABLE.
Well, believe it. I've got a photoshoot coming up with the one and only Kitty Jones, which involves me in elbow-length black gloves and a heinous fur coat. We've dubbed the unborn shots "A New Time Holly Golightly," and, according to Kitty, she's going to "attempt to capture [my] natural prostitute-with-a-heart-of-gold mantality." the shots will hopefully make an appearnce here on the dA in a few weeks.

Best,
Sunshine

I hate my life.
my new phone is a piece of crap.
I need to re-dye my hair.
I'm really cold.
I am boy-deficient.
I have no disc jockeying skills.
half the people I know are jackasses.
my school sucks.
I miss Tyler.
twice this weekend, I ended up sitting alone at the movies and looking like a total loser.
I can't find anyone to go with me to this really great show next week.
my birthday is coming up and no one seems to care.
I HATE MY LIFE.

Important to Note: if you do not know me personally, the following rant will mean absolutely nothing to you.

Well, it's twelve days until my fifteenth birthday, and my mother has, once again, denied me a lip piercing. I will probably be recieving a new camera instead. So, not all bad.

In other news, I hate a certain girl in my P.E. class who shall remain nameless. I will only say that me, Rose, and aforementioned ho used to have an inside joke that involved the term, "AAH, I got a splinter! In my ASS!" Which was actually a very funny joke, but that is a different story.
So, Aforementioned Ho (Lets call her AH, shall we?) thinks herself to be a matchmaker. The only problem is, she is really, really BAD at it. She once tried to set me up with this really funny kid named Steven, who has a girlfriend and whom I have no interest in dating AT ALL. Now she's moved on to this kid who shall remain nameless, but whom we'll call Harry Potter because this is whom he resembles. He's funny and a good athelete and a sophomore and in my P.E. class as well, and he has a thing for my friend Daina (most boys do). And I really wouldn't mind dating him. I wouldn't, but in case some of you haven't noticed, I AM NOT PRETTY. I am an unattractive person. Boys do not like big girls, despite what Levi says, and now that I am back to being a big girl and I've dropped photography (which made me seem immensely cool and appealing), I basically have nothing going for me.
And so AH tells Harry Potter that I have a crush on him, which is mostly untrue. And this, apparently, freaked him out so much that now he won't even talk to me. Which is really such a shame because me and Harry were sort of good friends. Why he freaked I am not entirely sure (besides the aforementioned fact: I AM NOT PRETTY) but Rose says this is because he lacks the emotional capacity to have any sort of attachment to another human being. I think it's because AH told him all about me and Rose's Two-Year Super-Fantastic Junior Prom Plot* and made it seem as if this all was geared toward his Harry Potter-looking person, therefore making me seem stalkerish and therefore eliminating any desire Harry Potter may or may not of had to EVER EVER EVER even talk to me again.

On the plus side, I am getting a Brokencyde shirt for my birthday. And vegan cornbread from Ellie.

Night,
Sunshine

P.S.
I realize I must seem like a REALLY shallow person at the moment, but I really just needed to vent, because this tiny little drama-crisis is sort of a big deal to me right now, though I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe because my best friend hardly ever talks to me anymore and Apple Jax just got a horrible haircut that makes him totally unappealing and Levi has gone back to holding my hand all the time and this wierd kid keeps asking me out and I really am just having some self-esteem issues right now.


*This is a brilliant plan me and Rose devised a while back through a long and complicated series of emails. I have posted the most pertinent of them here for you to read:


"hah.

I am a GENIUS.
I found this amazing website that sells powder blue and baby pink tuxes.
so here is my plan:
we meet two geeky sophomores, the kind of geeks that promise to grow up to be vaguely Hellogoodbye-ish. over the next year, become really good friends with these geeks. the kind of really good friends that'll take you to Junior Prom on a seemingly spur-of-the-moment whim. (because everyone knows that it's funner to go to prom with a friend than a date.)
AND THEN WE WILL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO BUY THESE TUXES AND MATCHING DRESSES.
(You can have the powder blue, because blue just makes your eyes go "wow!")
am I not the smartest person ever?
I have three good candidates:
This random kid named Nick whose in my math class, or maybeperhaps bangable boy and that Knee-mah kid.
I would suggest Dexter, but he's kind of a bitch.

I am soo delirious right now, btw.

Lataa."

"WOW. You ARE a genius.
We will DO THAT.

No, not Dexter, he has too many people who would go w/ him for real.

Nick has promise, mainly cause I don't know anything about him.
Nick + Bangeable Boy or random kid who shows up next year with no friends at this school and no choice but to associate with us."

"Yeah!

P.S.
Nick has promise because he is very snarky and also pretty good-looking. He is almost like a Lebanese version of Draco Malfoy, which gives him a certain amount of sex appeal."

Yes, this is what me and Rose do when we're high off of Red Vines.

so I could go back and bang Axl Rose when he was in his prime.

middle-age was not kind to that man. (not to mention botox, years of substance abuse, and his hair dresser.) which is really such a shame, because his bone structure was just so, so perfect.