holliebaby's profile

im hollie:) plastic bags are better than paper bags because the paper ones dont have handles and im simply too lazy to deal with that. I hate it when i sleep at someones house and wake up AGES before them, I can’t stand to hear my voice in videos or recordings, I hate it when someone else takes the piece of food I have mentally claimed, i hate it when i wake up in the morning and dont feel like p diddy, Don’t you just hate it when the radio doesn’t tell you who sang that song, i always text the person next to me stuff i cant say out loud, the guy who discovered milk….what was he doing with that cow, it’s funny how Disney thinks that all of it’s actors can double as singers, I was obsessed with the automatic coupon dispensers when I was little, why is there the fake drawer under the kitchen sink that isnt even a real freaking drawer, do you have a pencil? peice of paper? led? no do i look like fuking Staples to you? I feel a text is too serious without an “lol” or “haha” in there somewhere, I get angry when parents tell me to do something I’m about to do, i hate when people make me smile when supposed to be mad at them,i love writingggggg worrrddss wiiithhh uuunnneeeccccesssaaarryyy eexxtra lettterrsss, I feel like i can run 10x faster in Hotel hallways, its so hard not to laugh when your teacher is getting physco at a student, i hate it when i dont fwd a chain letter and i die the next day, who lives at P.Sherman 42 Wallaby way Sydney, when I hit something, I say “Ow”, even if I don’t hurt myself, I hate when people volunteer to read in class… and cant read, i get scared that split second when i lean back too far in my chair, i pull out my phone when im alone in public to not look like a loner, I only check my voicemail to get rid of the little icon on the screen, I remember when razr cell phones were the most amazing phones ever, no microsoft word, i DIDNT spell my name wrong, I feel awkward when people sing Happy Birthday to me, i hate when i start making a milk shake and boys start coming into my yard, Its funny how sitting “boy girl boy girl” used to be a punishment, they should sell lucky charm marshmallows by themselves, why do we have to be quiet during a fire drill? will the fire hear us?, when i finally stop laughing… i look back over at you and start all over again, who ever invented the “copy and paste” has saved many hours of my life, I remember all the lyrics to the comercial free credit report.com songs, whenever i can’t find something it just magically appears when my mom looks, saying “like” every other word isn’t my fault. It’s my Californian accent, nothing says “party” like a red plastic cup, I hate when im trying to make a speech and Kanye interrupts me, my parents assume every single person I talk to is my boyfriend, and I hate when i get a boner in class and then my desk flips over.