I don't know why i don't post on here more often. I like ranting, and thinking, and typing. Put them together, and voila: we have Shauna's blog.

Lately I've been the angsty-I-hate-the-world-teenager. On the brightside... actually there really isnt a brightside. Oh wait: I'm singing at the David Haas benefit concert. Singing one of Tony Alonso's songs. Rarr. I really do love him... he's so sweet. Awwww... estrogen...

I feel quirky today. Kind of fun and light. Except when some people get annoying and over-dramatic. One person I value is being odd: he is suddenly being extremely rude, and extremely outspoken. He upset Amy the other day. My other friend is STILL being WAAAAAAY over-the-top with everything.

I suppose I can handle it OK. Mergh.

Then... los chicos. Oh man. I don't know what to do about boys. Ah well. When life gives you dilemmas...

... you know the rest.

Did I scare you? It's been a while.

In any case, my lovelies, I apologize, and I promise updation when I have time.

Smooches and a half.

Look! I can put what I'm listening to now!

Greetings, children. Being the dorcas that I am, I own a myspace account. Claire posted this, and reading through it, I became irritated. So, read through it, read my commentary, and read my words of wit. Right on. Viva Las Vegas. I think.

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- midol is like crack. end of story.

- we love ben & jerry more than you.

- we will never be too old for sleepovers.

- gossip isn't a sin. it's an art.

- we aren't ashamed to cry.

- we must go to the bathroom in groups.

- we have this thing called feelings. dont hurt them.

- there's no point in having an ex if you can't be a bitch to him.

- hoes over bros. no questions asked. aka chicks b4 dicks aaka buds over studs

- we dont wake up looking pretty. it takes time and effort.

- sometimes is just never quite enough.

- we need girls nights OFTEN.

- we hold grudges and we never forget the things you say to us
that hurt.

***- it doesn't matter who dumped who or why. whenever we see an ex with another girl, it always bothers us. not because we're not over you, but because we know we used to be that girl.*** DEFINITLY TRUE

- makeup can hide so many things, like puffy eyes from crying to huge scars from a broken heart.

- no guy wants to marry a whore. well, no girl wants to marry a manwhore either.

- never ever ask a girl what she weighs; or imply anything about her weight being too much or too little. just don't do it.

- never ask a girl if shes being so bitchy cause of PMS ... just don't.-- other things make us mad too.

- as much as we say we didnt like u that much ... we did.

- girls notice every little thing so be careful what you say and do.

- our eyes are located in our heads; not our chest or butt. when
you're not looking in our eyes, WE KN0W.

- we get a feeling in our gut wen things are wrong.

- sometimes we trust you because we want to, even when we know you are lying, and it hurts.

if you agree. repost and make the subject " the truth about girls"

and if you dont repost this your going to turn into a boy over night

Oh geez. I was soooooo worried that I would turn into a guy overnight I posted this piece of shit here. That ways my reproductive organs and lovely breasticles would remain safe. You know they're lovely. Don't deny it.

I'm not saying this to be mean to Claire, who posted this (don't worry) but this is SHIT. You know how far we've come in history? Finally able to vote, finally able to work, finally able to get fair(ish) wages... and what do we do? Start some dumbass piece of bull that creates stereotypical situation with stereotypical people. 

Here's my version (I'm bored and have time):

-- Midol is for wussies. Let's all quit whining about minor aches and pains. There are women who would rather have "cramps" then be in Iraq right now getting their limbs and mind destroyed.

-- If we "love Ben and Jerry more than you" than we need to put things into perspective. Oh, and if you're going to eat so much damn ice cream, stop saying you're fat every ten minutes.

-- OK, agreed. We won't ever be too old for sleepovers. It's called college dorms.

-- Gossip isn't an art. It's a sin. What goes around comes around, and it's going to smack you right in teh ass. You heard me. Teh ass.

-- Damn straight we're not ashamed to cry. No one should be. Not even you macho men.  Even Ahnold vould cry, if hees eyes could produce tears.

-- Oh please. We just talk so damn much, and the trip to the potty is just another time to practice our "art." Imagine this: "OMG, I have to pee sooo bad, but no one else has to. I guess I better hold it in and hope I don't shit all over my $80 jeans..."

-- Humankind. Be both. We all have feelings.

-- When I get an ex-boyfriend, I will be both human and kind to him. See above.

-- Yeah, best friends over boyfriends... ya da ya da ya da... not when your friends are telling you to spend less time with him because "WTF you like never talk to us anymore!" Five minutes later "WTF you totally did not respond to my text message?" Two minutes later. "Ok, if you dont txt back were not bff nemore." One minute later. "Were thru."

-- "We don't wake up looking pretty"? "It takes time and effort"? Well, that's not self-deprecating...

-- Sometimes is never quite enough... in bed. I kid. Sort of.

-- Hey, us single ladies ALWAYS have a girl's night. Why don't you appreciate the attention given?

-- Yeah? T.S. Elliot! Life sucks! DEAL WITH IT! PUT THINGS INTO PERSPECTIVE! You still have all your limbs? Great. Still have a home? Good. He said you were being obnoxious, but you didn't bother to find out that he was just having a bad day and you could care less? OMG life totally sucks.

--”it doesn't matter who dumped who or why. whenever we see an ex with another girl, it always bothers us. not because we're not over you, but because we know we used to be that girl.*** DEFINITLY TRUE" Oh puh-leeze. See above.

-- It's too bad makeup can't hide how incredibly shallow you are.

-- You shitting me? I LOVE manwhores! Here's a BIG thumbs up to man-whores, sluts, things, and alllll you lovely virgins out there!

-- I would tell my girlfriend if she was looking a little too thin.

-- True, other things make us mad. Why don't they ask us why we're mad, rather than blame it on PMS. Still have all your limbs? Great.

-- This makes me want to gag. If you tell someone you really didn't like them "that much" that person will believe you. Stop lying, and maybe they'll stop breaking up with you.

-- Be careful around everyone. See "humankind" answer.

-- You should see the heads that turn when Bridget and I walk along. It's a nice mixture of boobs and butt. But you know what? Those guys aren't worth it anyway. Save yourself the pain and don't even associate yourself with them. Then you can stop being bitchy like this.

-- Yeah, why don't you pay attention to that gut feeling and stop picking up all these guys that make you write this type of shit?

-- STOP TRUSTING WHEN YOU KNOW ANYONE IS LYING TO YOU. Hobag. Just say something.

And that's that. It's no wonder I don't have a boyfriend. I think man-whores rock. Especially those who look at my massive boobs. Don't deny.

::computer screen oozes with sarcasm:; Here, take a paper towel.