Did you make it to the Milky Way?

At the moment I'm searching my head for something to blog about...
Well, today my mother bought me a ticket to see Paramore on August 13th with Gaby. WOOHOO! I envy Hailey's hair. I once was told my hair looked like the lead singer of Paramore's, and I flipped. I adore her hair. It's like fire, red,with orange tips, with straight and spiky look. My hair could never do something like that. Apparently it's 'unworkable'. But that's because I never do anything to it. I could care less, and I like the way it curls at the tips if I just leave it. I feel the same with makeup. Acne goes away, eventually. Who cares if you don't cover it up? Everyone gets it. Only if your face is covered with it, and you can see puss oozing out, like Mt. Vesuvius waiting to burst and cover Pompeii. What a horrible image. Minor breakouts are okay. that's what I normally get. And then again...dear blog, why do you care?
I'm typing double spaced and I don't know why. Earlier I was typing in Hindi. I don't know Hindi. I can only read in...English and...French? Maybe I'm giving myself more credit than I deserve once more. Protege moi! I heard that in a Placebo song. It's 'protect me', if you haven't already figured it out.
Speaking of Milky Ways, I like them. And I guess the actually Milky Way is pretty sweet too. God, I've clearly been watching too much That 70's Show. It's been killing off my poor learning-deprived brain cells. But that's okay, because the Board of Education is making sure I go to school a month before everyone else. I go back in...viola! twenty days. Isn't that just DUCKY? I know, why compare the days left between now and school with the qualities of a duck. Because I can. And it's an actually English word. Probably just as English as the word 'uber'. UBER AND DUCKY! And a ton of other weird 21st century words.
What an utterly pointless post! Well, I guess you can make something of it. The ramblings of a mindless fourteen year-old girl. Literally, my brain works about 1/2% less than it used to. And what, didn't Albert Einstein use 6% of his brain?
Any who, I have to work tomorrow, and I'm going to an art fair. Yay! Hurray! I'm going to leave your poor soul hanging on the last few syllables as I leave you behind and go to bed.