Don't don't don't don't give give up up

Today, I went to Portsmouth to have a tea party. After one cup of tea, guess what happened? It started raining! This summer is a shitty monsoon summer! So we hid under a tent, but the wind blew the rain onto us anyways, so we hid in the closed up backstage tent for the park's play (a nice man that worked there said we could if it didn't scare us too much (it didn't)). Then when the rain stopped we had a walking tea party and everyone was jealous. Then, while we were having pizza, it started raining again. Then, we saw a million people that we know and they told us the fireworks were cancelled so we decided to start a website like thecobrasnake.com, except better and called wearecrackwhores.com. At first we didn't know what to call it so we asked some people and they ignored us. My sister and I talked in British accents and people asked if we were really from England. We are good. Now, I am eating Doritos and they are so good. I yelled at my brother a few days ago because he stole the bag and ate them all, and now I'm doing it (but it's okay because I deserve them). Tomorrow I might go to the Dover fireworks, but right now it's only penciled in my agenda book.

Today I also went to the beach with LC and Kath and I got a wicked bad sunburn. I look like a lobster. A really red lobster with human features.

mo

I am the freaking BOSS, YOU ARE NOT

The only thing I hate about Fosters is that I get treated like absolute shit from some adults. Not from Fosters employees, but from people that work at places we do bakes at. Yesterday I was in charge of an event at Kennebunkport. The bake was for a family reunion, and they were staying at this mansion. This one lady working at the mansion was the bitchiest, nastiest human being ever to walk this planet. The minute we stepped out of the truck she thought she had the right to boss us around...why? Because we are younger. She complained about everything we were doing and tried to tell us what we are doing is wrong. Ummm thanks I think I know what I am freaking doing here, you on the other hand have no clue. Then this other lady comes in and she is so sweet and told us how wonderful everything looks and then she introduces herself as the owner of the mansion. That made me laugh a whole lot, because then who the hell was that other lady?! She was not the owner, just some random worker there.

So then nasty lady comes up to me again and I tell her what is left over for food and she shushes me! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE LADY!!! You are not in charge of this crew, I AM! And you are sure not in charge of me. That was probably the most disrespectful thing I have ever witnessed. Then I hand her the receipt from the bill and she starts bitching at me about how she already took care of this, because I guess she doesn't know what I receipt was.

After that I ushered everyone into the truck, I was done with her shit. So while we were packing a member of the party came out and gave us a tip...I wish he did that right in front of nasty lady.

It just makes me so angry that I am not treated like a professional sometimes, because I am. I know I am only 18, but I am in charge and I know what I am doing. Nobody has the right to tell me how to do my job, except for the bosses at FOSTAASS


Have a fabulous day
LC

I must leave now, so I did not read this over....Kill me Cranky Man

I can't think of a title.

Today I tried to clean my room, but I think I just made it messier. You can see some carpet though.

I'm dedicating my summer to watching movies. I'm going to watch all the free on demand movies. All of them. Plus some others. So far my favorite movie is still The Chumscrubber, if that changes you will be the first notified.

I'm obsessed with this band. They make me want to get wasted and party forever.

Mo

people are stupid

I miss Period 2 English class

So today I went into Fosters just to return tables and chairs. As of right now the restaurant part is closed during the week, and it is very apparent it is closed, for the lights are all turned off and NOBODY is around. However I go in (wearing normal clothes) and there are two ladies standing at the register. These two ladies see me and they start bombarding me with questions. (Umm excuse me? How do you even know I work here, and WE ARE CLOSED!!!) So I answered all of their stupid questions, and then they asked how late we are open until. I told her we were closed today and she was amazed.

Conclusion to this story: I am sick of tourists already

Have a fabulous day
(I also hate rain)
lC

Auntie is home

My aunt is visiting this week, she is from Laguna Beach, CA. Every time she comes home she has really awesome stories. My new favorite is when my cousin graduated from Long Beach State and sat right next Stephen Spielberg!! Now I looked this up at imdb and it did say that Spielberg attended Long Beach State, but I didn't see anything about him going back, but I do not doubt my Aunt. Apparently the news crew went wild and showed my cousin graduating just because he was "The person to graduate right after Spielberg!!"

I also love to hear the stories of her running into the MTV cameras. She says she ran right in front of one, so I want to go back and watch all of the episodes to see if I can spot a blond fro pass by the bottom of the screen.

Have a fabulous night/morning

LC

GO SEE THE HAPPENING! It is TERRIBLE, but so awesome at the same time.

Time To Blow The Speakers!

Today is my eighteenth birthday!

Rooney was fun, except practically everyone in the crowd was twelve. And it was wicked hot. I was literally two feet from the lead singer, Robert (brother of Jason Schwartzman). It was great. They didn't allow flash photography though, and the mics were too low. Our apartment was right across the street from the venue so we felt supra cool. We spied on the bands all night. People kept throwing beer bottles off the roof of our building, and a kid from a local show (which some kid chased us down the street to invite us to (because we're so fly)) kept yelling "Hey cock licker, throw another bottle, I fucking dare you!" And a crazy man who couldn't speak right was also yelling, but it was impossible to tell what he was saying. It was a very eventful night.

Guess what I bought myself? A CANON DIGITAL REBEL! Not the new one though, because I didn't feel like spending 900 dollars for more mega pixels and features I don't even know how to use.

-Mo

I say baby, babe I've loved you a long time

Guess who LC and I are going to see tomorrow?

ROONEY! My favorite boyfriends. It's been exactly (to the very day) a year since they've been in Boston (not counting when they opened for the Jonas Brothers because I don't count that as a real show). I'm so excited, I got my bangs trimmed today so I'll look super fly. I'm going to take a million pictures and post every single one of them.