My Journal

Today was really uneventful, so I don't have anything to rant about.
And since this is my first entry, I guess I should just write some stuff about myself.

My pseudonym (fake name) is going to be June.
I am fourteen years old.
My best subject is English.
I can't stand math.
I don't pay attention in science.
My mom is going to be a pastor.
My dad has rotating shifts at work.
I play hockey (only for another two weeks, because that's when the hockey season is over and I'm DONE with it).
I'm obviously a Directioner.
I have a love/hate relationship with the single life.
I'm a Niall girl.
I love doing people's hair. If it's long and you won't physically abuse me if I touch it, it will look pretty in under 15 minutes whether you like it or not.
I can't do my own hair worth beans.
I enjoy doing other people's makeup.
I often look like something a rat dragged out of a sewer pipe.
I refuse to try to look my best on a daily basis. Some days I will try to look better, but that's pretty rare.
I currently have a dumbphone.
I can't stand hairspray and gel and the likes.
I'm obsessed with My Little Pony.
I have a few very unpopular stories on here on a different account.
I support gay rights (I am straight, thankyouverymuch).
I am pro-life.
I can't stand sports. I hate watching them, I hate playing them, they suck. Period.
I sit in the bathroom after school and do nothing. Every day.
I'm childish in many ways.
I can't stand "yo mama" jokes, blonde jokes, or anything degrading in any manner. I think they're very disrespectful.
I'm a goody-two-shoes.

I will not hold back with my language or my thoughts. This is, after all, my journal and with it I will do as I please.

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