STAGESTAGESTAGESTAGESTAGE, and nothing else, and maybe a lil about french class.

before heading to french class, grabbed the latest shit that came out. the cap. welcome to the family, baby love. drop dead.gorgeous. just the thought of jason coming home with another tee is ENOUGH to make me jump up and down and up then down.
THERE AINT NO HAPPIER MOMENTS. and today louis said he's buying me stage shiat for me on my birthday. hahahahaa. had to take 3 deep breaths to say a composed 'ok, sounds good yeah'. that is not all.

i came home to find this. shouldn't have taken the picture in this AEO shit.
surprise, love!

we've got the exact same combination. is this love or what. haha.

my birthday wishlist's gonna be all stage shit cept for the last one i'm gonna leave for my 21st, le cartier band.

and french class was like filled with rich people, who are al quite cold and stuck up. i smell no good french class days. but saturdays shall remain as the most exciting day de la semaine because i get to buy more loveloves. i'm tired out right now, and having to wake up damn early to go teach kids sight reading aint gonna help much.

'i love kids.' i shall keep chanting till i fall asleep.