The Bell Run.

I really do hate Taylor Swift. I tried to like her, at least in the beginning I honestly was going to give her chance. But she started off on the wrong foot having MY name, I get a little territorial about my name. Now two famous people have ripped off my name, first Paris (I briefly considered a name change in middle school to Paris Taylor before Paris Hilton blew up) and now stupid Taylor Swift. And there is not a lot of people I hate in this world, ok who am I kidding there are a lot, but now T has just been added to my list. As if it wasn't bad enough she was already living one of my dream lifes being a pop star now she has even taken over my fall back career as a greeting card maker. It's just shit. And you know what else is shit? The fact that Taylor has obviously kept the same 50 year old Tennessee hairdresser she started off with back in the 2001's who still thinks the three barrel wave curling iron is the proper way to style hair. News flash Taylor- buy a flat iron and perhaps a few safety pins you can use to pin your eyes open so for a change you don't look like a blonde asian. Whoooaaa. That was a lot of built of fury I just realised. The thing that kills me the most is that Ellen likes Taylor. I mean, I feel like at the very least someone real like Ellen would be able to see through Taylor's fake little I'm So Innocent act. But she doesn't, and I hate it. Whenever I hear Ellen say "I love you Taylor" I pretend she's talking to me. The last thing I am going to say about this girl before I move on is that you have to be the biggest bore to be dumped by a Jonas brother.
Speaking of the JoBro... I hear one of them is dating Selena Gomez. Now that's a girl I could watch for hours. She's a great Disney-created actor if I've ever seen one. That Witches of Waverly Place is a hoot and a half.
Well TGIF for tomorrow that's all I have to say. I've almost made it through yet another week of high school hell. I play this game with myself every day when I finish up and its the last period of the day, I try to end a few minutes early so I don't get caught in the madness of the high school halls and also the dreaded parking lot full of Neons and Cavaliers being driven by angry teens. So if I'm in a room that is far away from the entrance I literally almost run through the halls trying to make it out before the release bell. It's gotten kind of intense, my heart pounds really fast, my blood pressure spikes, and I am usually sweating by the time I get to my car. But if you can imagine I am racing down hallways wearing a hugh chefs jacket, carrying a computer bag, pulling a large cooler in one hand and a pull suitcase in the other. I've tripped myself up many times doing the Bell Run as I prefer to call it, luckily I've only rolled my ankle but a few times. But, I've only been caught by a teacher once, to my knowledge anyway, it was an elderly man and I think the sight of me sprinting down the hallway carrying/pulling all of my junk simply scared the shit out of him because he turned right back around and headed the different direction.