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innocence.
sup.'

josie is this "cute" little fourteen year old girl everybody believes who always has a smiling mask on her face. she kisses the stars, makes a wish on 11:11 every night, and this particular special day, march the sixteenth. born in, living in, attending in, toronto ontario, a middle school, somewhere over the rainbow. she likes getting personal, she's one flirtacious short person , short as 4'8, one of the reasons she suffers from bipolar, paranoia, heartbreak, and several other illnesses. believes rainbow dinosaurs are real, has the most craziest friends ever, believes she's half icecream and whippedcream, likes being crazy, downtownerr, bisexual, a little too light as 72lbs , talks a lot, loves to interact, can't achieve anything higher than a seventy. work wonders with a camera, and therapy with other people, just not herself. loves photography and photoshopping, manipulations of course. she's also spazztastic & is proud of having a messed up smile.

11:11 ♥

money
♥ cute / fobby trucker hats
new contacts.
♥ striped shorts.
♥ oversized superman top. (:
discover who i want to be
black&white nikes.
♥ FOBBY long necklaces.
SLR camera
save up more more more money. (:
♥ lots of baggy hoodies
♥ black converse.

hearts talking.

mm, be right back . formspring hacked. :/

alternative exits.

andric arnie ani brenda breana bunny doll cecilia class 85 diana daniel eugene haley janet joyce kathy kevin khashi lea lei lee ann linda lisa mariam michelle tanallover teresa thinoba peiyi sally samiha shirley sung rachel reilly ryan timmy timmy valerie xinyi yuting zuzu

my days, not yours.

April 2009
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September 2011

thank you.

editing; yours truly (:
basecodes; Kary-yan/Missyan.
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Friday, April 23, 2010

kksooo.

imma blog about these past two days.
it's been pretty neutrall,
damn he still won't ask me out .
even when he knows timmy seems to look like he's flirting with me.
stupidfuckterdd.
doesn't that bother you ? $:
lolwellwhatever.
four years left.
i'm staying here forever..

ne.
someone was pmsing mang ,
got a whole lot of people confuseed,
but i felt so bad afterwards.. :/

/♥ sammi .

todaaaaaaaay.
pretty good day,
NO MS KADY, BOOCHYEAHHH.(:
oh and get well soon mariam !
first period - art , introduction to the landscape portrait
french - DPA
LA - histo & chilling with peopleeeeee.
i think he really is flirting with me . @ n@
frapp for lunch ♥

then lib , la and math.
i love math.
omg cylinders are so funnnn ♥
i gotta keep my math book from this yr though. U:

pi x radius squared = area of circle (:
diameter x pi = circumference / missing meas. of cylinder :)
l x w.
add togetherrrr.
super fun ! :)

oror,
pi x radius squared x height.
equals to volume!
bwahaha.
so fun.
thenafterschoool .
lib w/ bianca , kev , farabii . (:

did some would you rathers ,

little kid stuck his hands in his diaper.. ):
ewwww . never touching that handle again !
[for the record: riverdale lib , right door to the children's area]

then we left for the parkkk cause lib closed.
& we asked questions & shared memories & stuff.
and i was like super shocked LOL.
we were talking about who would look good with whooooo .
& bianca & kev said I'd look good with TYSON.
BEYOND HYSTERICAL IRONY.
I was like '/DEAD' in my headd . LOLOLOLOL
i would never date someone younger than me . (;
.. in.. til grade 11. LOLOLOL'
cause i'm short so :)
maybe i can lieeeeee, but anyway !
bianca would look good with any hot asian guy .
kevin.. not so sure .

i think there's no difference if i'd be dating kevin.
:/
he's a flirtacious guy, and he likes bullying me ,
and we're more like .. brother & sister . :) --
btw, i'm mark's cousin . WTF LOLOLOL. (:

++ wheee , riverdalians are still going to stick with me , a jarvis..ian .
anyway.
FARABI, IM SO SORRY. ):
i felt so bad.. i knew something was wrong forlike the past three days!
when you mentioned you were moving, you didn't look so sad before so i was like 'OH OKAY GOOD THING!'
but of course, silly me, stupid me ! ): aaaaaghhhh.
we will still keep in touch! and it's on the broad side of the bridge (: ♥
REMEMBER I CAN VISIT ANYYY-TIME I WANNNNNT . :)

iloveyouu ! ♥
don't worry , not that way. HAHA.

OH THAT REMINDS ME:


Josie's Life story written by Thinoba S.
"Josie", that's what they call me, sophisticated, artistic and a bit spazzy. I live with my mom, who used to be a professional ballerina and my brother, Kevin who braids hair for a living. I am 1/4 chinese, 2/4 russian, and 1/4 polish. One day I was walking to my middle school when a man came up to me. He was fairly tall and towered at least 3 feet over me. He asked me if I had change for a dollar. I reached for my wallet when he grabbed me and stuffed me in a garbage bag. I woke up in a dark room, a man approached me in a turtleneck and short shorts that I'd rather not see him in.
He danced for me than turned into a giraffe. I wasn't scared, I've seen weirder, I'm friends with Thinoba. He offered me an avacado milkshake. I drank it. I turned into a giraffe too. The only way I'd turn back to human was if I learn how to Irish Step Dance. I escaped and went in search of an irish man. I came upon a young fella who told me he'd teach me how to irish step dance in exchange for all my hair. I accepted and cut off all my hair. I became an irish step dancer, and turned back to human. I lived happily ever after as a bald professional irish step dancer with my retired-ballerina mother and my hair braiding brother.

SHE SHOULD BE AN AUTHOR. (:
I am so taking a picture of it later, ;)
and how ironic that 'polish' is spelled with a lowercase p
but for Chinese and English and Russian, they're all uppercase.

okay, toodles everyone! :)


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