Wednesday, March 31, 2010

You need better friends, ones that won't lie to you. Anyone who tells you you're not fat is retarded and a liar. Hope your mother gets cancer.

Wow, whoever you are, you must be awesome! I definitely need friends like you! let's go to the mall!


yeah, screw you.

Do it to it.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

You aren't fat. (:

Thanks! :D

Do it to it.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT CCCCCCOWWWWWWWWWWWW

CHUBBBYYYY BOVVVIIIINNNNEEE. Is that supposed to make me upset? Because your attempts are totally failing lmao.

Do it to it.

Monday, March 29, 2010

I met you on chat roulette, you read like a brilliant girl. - dhruva

I'm hoping thats a compliment

so I'll just say thank you :D

Do it to it.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Do you love beagles? Do you love the name Elvis? Then you'll love my dog!




Monday, March 22, 2010

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Saturday, March 20, 2010

I've got a trig midterm tomorrow, and I'm being chased by Guido the killer pimp.






Yes, a Risky Business reference. But only because I'm watching it right now. It's gonna be a great weekend, wanna know why? Because it's Harry Potter weekend over on ABC family AND 80's weekend on ENCORE! I don't know about you fuddy duddys, but I'm pretty pumped about that.

I hate how I automatically over analyze decades. Sometimes I'll randomly say to myself "what's the true difference between today and the 90's or the 80's?" I mean it starts off as a rip off of the end of the last decade, starts to find itself, and then finally gets it's own style, only to be repeated over and over. I've noticed it the most in music and movies.

Let's take a look at the 80's. I would get Fast Times At Ridgemont High confused for a 70's movie because the music was very classic rock rather than synth-pop/new wave. That and the fashions (other than the Pat Benetar clones) we're still 70's-esque.


But then we get into the John Hughes [RIP:-( ] era.(aka, what people in my generation consider the 80's.) Can you say "Brat Pack"? Synth pop, teen comedies, big hair, chunky jewelery...etc.

And then, the end of the decade arrives and everything becomes...in my opinion...icky. I mean, it was the era of female business suits, ugly patterns, bleach blonde hair, and really really weird string bikinis. Welcome, 90's.


I'm just wondering what I'll be saying I'll miss when I'm at my 10 year reunion. Other than Lady Gaga.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

All I want in life is a flying Ford Anglia.

If you didn't know already, I'm a huge Harry Potterhead. And when I found out about the THEME PARK, I about had a fit. It's like my geek mecca. Have you seen the ad's? They played one during the superbowl. :D

Okay, yes, that was random. But it was on my mind. So, tomorrow is St. Patrick's day! And do you know how I'm celebrating? I'm probably going to stand outside, yelling "GO POOP!" to my dog (who we're currently training to do his business outside. I'm not randomly yelling at him to poo.)

I'm beginning to become obsessed with RuPaul's drag race. I'm rooting for Pandora BoxxJuju Bee and Tatianna, I love them!

Okay, that's enough of my random rants. Bye, my babehs.

Monday, March 15, 2010

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Friday, March 5, 2010

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Drag queens and acid jeans. Oh, and Mickey Rourke.

Today I bought some acid washed jeans. I'm so glad such a ridiculous 80's fad is coming back so I'm supporting it. I also dyed my hair "paint the town" red (herbal essences, no picture available. wah wah.) Coon Stripes: yay!

This friday, I'm going to UTOPIA in youngstown for a fabulous friday! I'm so excited!

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Okay, would someone like to explain to me how this happened?

1980's                                                                     NOW.

WHY MICKEY? WHY!?