Primped && Polished for nothing. . . =I

ahh today started of as usual. bree doesn't want to get up. and mother interferes: [she likes to come and jump on me like i dont weigh 101lbs.] well from that point on i was AWAKE!! and had to do something with my life. As i SPECIFICALLY recolect.. i had made plans with dondaballa the night before..and as you can see i was not up to beauty par. . . SO I DECIDED TO GO SPEND MONEY ON LOOKING PRETTY. AND SO MY DAY BEGINS. . . .

vvvvv [mother on her happy-jolly-wakeup-ish] vvvvv

Step 1. Wake Up Shannon.
What is a shannon u ask. She is my little tumor. She has been sleeping 10ft. away from me for the past 11 years. she is suprisingly benefiticial to my everyday routine. she gets me frustrated every morning. that fight lasted about 4 minutes...

♥

Step 2. Bathe.Eat.&& Get Goinq

Breakfast:: Oreo Cakesters::

Not quite sure hw they get in my house; but they never fail to end up in my tummy...

[Who wud have thought that brownville would look so...quiet.]

Step 3. Pedicure then Fill-in

that lady dipped my feet in the coldest water EVER. at this point in the day im too tired to complain. i remebered that my phone bill was due while sitting in that chair. DAMN thats another $80.00 down the drain. OMG i dont like spending my money... ... ... ...

Step 4. The Hair. [mind you all o this is for my rendezvous.]

There was a fight in the hair salon somW ghetto hoodrat type thang didnt like how her weave came out. [umm miss... why are you getting a weave in a dominican salon in the first place.] Me; i just stick with the wash and sets... they always seem to come out just right. All of that... yes all of that to see someone who is oh so important to me.

I CALLED, I IM'ed, I WORRIED - NO BRANDON!! SO HERE I AM BLOGGING ABOUT MY TROUBLES INSTEAD OF MY DAY WITH HIM

I JUST CANT WAIT TO HEAR THE EXCUSE.

love.me.love.bree

EST.1991

♥ intro blog via kareem

its a breeze.

ok so by now you must know that the name is bree. its short for breanna. but dont call me that. (i wont respond). im 17.958 yrs. old and live in bklyn. :]. my lips are huge. i like pepperoni with mustard [i kno its gross: w/e.] i like to watch "lampchops play" along at 8:00 b4 school. shiney things make me happy. i have a black cat =.] (smiley with a mole). i wish i had a mole like that (rite above the lip.) i go to BCA. brooklyn college academy for those who dont know it [which is mostly everyone]. i travel 46 minutes everyday from brownsville to get there. the school is weird. you talk to ppl but you dont. [nahh meen?]. im addicted to the sidekick. it never leaves my side. im depressed when it has a low battery. im a cheerleader.. yup yup a cheerleader. the captain at that [ i say it like im proud]. i like every music genre under the sun. mostly mainstream tho. fuck individuality is too complex. i take a cab everywhere. cuz i have the money for it. i drink eight dollar bottles of water. because i have the money for it. i only take the bus cuz i have a free metro. i live 6 blocks from my bestie since last yr. Steph, and have NOT been to her crib yet! [what a good friend i am]. i wish she lived under my bed [so that i cud jump on it]. im in love with my juicy chain. i wear it everywhere. trust me you will see it in almost every pic of mine. pink is the favorite color because everyone hates it. [wait ....is that considered individuality]. im trying to classify myself theese days. im not a jock. im not a nerd. im [kinda] not a lame. && im definitly not the SOHO-goin/flick-taking for no reason/post up on the corner person like my BF. [ahhhhh..the BF]..

**DISCLAIMER**

APPARENTLY I STOLE THIS ENTIRE SECTION FROM KEASY. [although he doesnt have a boyfriend and isnt a cheerleader] TRUTH BE TOLD HE HAS SOMEWHAT INSIPRED THIS BLOG... BUT HEY EVERYONE NEEDS INSPIRATION*** back to me....

the relationship is young. EST. like 2 months ago...and were good. His name is Brandon Cosbert. [breanna cosbert?...hmm still tryna make it sound right]. the bossy one. ^HEY MY BUTTS OUT!^ We met through a horse riding friend of ours, He claims he bagged on the bus..=/..nag. Little did he know ...i am a BAG ARTIST. We seem to complement each other. im ALWAYS on the telle with him...and my mother is sick of it..[get over it lady i pay my own bill]. && i quote: "Breanna i swear you and this boy Brian or whatever are going to get sick of each other!" - MOM. age. 40(something)...just jealous =]

Reasons Why i like him:

*Have u SEEN his face?! He cooks for me although i flop on him. he walks on his tippy-toes. he gets jealous and tries to act nonchalant. he SWEARs he is mini jim jones with his VERY TASTEFUL JACKET [complements of bree]. he steals my ipod. Thinks hes a wrestler. makes me laugh til my tummy hurts. Doesnt have a belly button. Looks me in the eyes when we...[TALK]... to sum it all up hes at 100 <3.

Peace.Love.Bree