I've lost whatever little respect I had for the ditzy teen idol known as Miley Cyrus. Too bad she's a whore, people might actually look past her chickle-teeth and see a personality or maybe even a...I don't know, a soul? I have nothing against her she just pisses me off. She's like the thing that wouldn't shut up. I seriously want to put her in a hamster wheel and have her power one of her $1200 concerts. Best of both worlds my white arse.

Hey guys! Long time no talk. I think the last time I wrote something it was back in Thanksgiving. Boy how time flies when your having fun. Bleh. Well, on the positive side, I get my tablet in February! My parents told me they couldn't get it for me for Christmas so I was like, "Eff that." Sooooo, instead of getting it for Christmas I get it for my 16th birthday present. The one I'm wanting is pretty expensive so that was the agreement. I don't get a car. *cries* I've spent alot of time practicing so hopefully I've gotten a little better in the time I've spent away.

And bless my soul one of my favorite actors Heath Ledger died. He was so unique and so talented as not only an actor but as a person. His genuine personality and hard-working spirit runs way deeper than some people may think. My prayers are with his family in this time of tragedy. He died so young and I can only hope he's gone to a better place. Rest in Peace, Heath Ledger.

On a more positive note, I joined the choir at my school. After months of complicated class changes and waiting for openings, I finally got in. It's been fun up to this point and were working with the drama club on a combined effort to be in the production 42nd street. I was looking forward to it because I like the songs and I have a sort of weakness for broadway. *snort* I'm so lame. I was really getting into it until my choir teacher said we'd have to buy tap shoes so we can learn a dance. Now, don't get me wrong, I like to learn new things, but I am sooooooo bad at dance people just want to cry when they watch me. I don't blame them I'd cry to. All the girls are moving in tune with precise movements and leave it to good ol' Madison to ruin it by flopping around on the stage like an old, dead horse. Ugh I just...no.

Well, other than that, there's nothing else I really need to say. It's all useless streams of information that nobody would understand unless they went to my school. Unless you want to know what skanky outfit Miss Porter wore to the dance and how it was probably a failed attempt to catch the attention of Mr. Hitch. All her forty-year-old glory and all. Which you probably don't. But anyway, ttyl!

Why was the strawberry frustrated?

Because he was in a jam! *snort*