For those of you who have been living under a rock their whole life and do not know who I am; I am Sugar Motta. I come from a wealthy family which means that I have been living in luxury my whole life, unlike you suburban low-lives that are stalking my blog. I have Self-Diagnosed Aspergers, which pretty much gives me the right to say whatever I want. I am a part of WMHS's Glee Club; the New Directions. You could say that there are decent singers and dancers in the club, but I am by far the best singer and dancer of that club of course. One day, I hope to take over Hollywood with my amazing voice and looks. But we all know that that's going to happen, obviously.
Well, you suit anything so it really doesn't matter. And I am oh so clumsy, I always fall over. Maybe it is the heels after all, who knows. But how is your baby doing, Quinn?
Shopping is literally the worst thing to exist. Next to school.
Wait.. Did I hear correctly?
Shopping is the best thing ever created. Who wouldn't love to spend their hours roaming through stores full of designer bags and jewelry? Is this all guys, or just you who don't like shopping.
Well, shopping is definitely more fun than doing homework.
That’s why I avoid wearing heels when I go shopping, you should try more comfortable shoes for long shopping evenings.
Then ditch the papers and head out shopping. You already get perfect marks at school I presume, so why not squeeze in a little time for yourself?
But, I'd rather be in agonizing pain in my Rose-Beige Jolene patent leather pumps than be in sneakers or ballet flats. Like someone I once heard said; being beautiful is painful.
I still can’t understand how chicks can be so into shopping.
I'm curious to understand how you could not be interested in shopping. Shopping is basically another world, a world where there is only good vibes. Oh, and designer labels of course.
It's a new season, right? Whatever, I just need a new wardrobe. Which means shopping spree in my books.
Shopping should seriously be considered a sport. So in gym class, I could get straight A's for my amazing talent. And maybe I could even compete at the Olympics, who knows. Shopping should be at least credited for something, because not many people know how to balance 20 or more bags and still be able to swipe their credit card or walk around the entire mall for hours, while wearing heels.
..I guess more free-style? I don’t take lessons. I just like dancing.
I am! Things are nice. I really like it here.
Free-Style I see. I'm more of a ballroom type of girl. I find it to be so blissful. Let's just hope that you're not one of those people who think they can dance, but turn out to be utterly horrible and end up blinding everyone with their lack of talent.
Oh, sorry; Aspergers. But it's nice to hear that you like it, Lima's pretty okay.
I’m glad that we finally found something we have in common. Yes, that’s exactly the way it happens! That’s why ever since the last time it happened to me I’ve been trying to carry another alarm with me. Maybe you should try it too, that has helped me a lot. Well, it’s just easier to turn on the radio. Don’t worry those aren’t my favorites either.
I'm glad too, Quinn. Maybe one day you can teach me a few more of your tricks and maybe even a recipe. And I'll take that method into consideration, so less things will be burnt in the future!
Sure, why not. But I swear, once you try these blueberry muffins; they will be the only thing you'll be wanting to eat for the rest of your life. Not even exaggerating.
Yeah, it had happened to me before. Mainly when I’m listening to some good song in the radio. It’s hard to remember you were baking when you’re already dancing and singing in the living room, you know?
I knew I wasn't the only one! It's as if music just carries you away into another world away from reality.. Then poof, the smell of burning cookies alerts me back into the real world. I see, you listen to the raido. I guess it has some good songs playing, but that's very rare. I don't like most songs on the radio to be honest.
Oh, that’s really bad. I mean, I’m glad that they didn’t burn this time, but… Don’t you use a timer for whenever you put anything in the oven? Because that’s quite essential while you’re both baking and cooking.
I do, but I get /really/ easily distracted by things and sometimes forget that I was even baking, even when the timer goes off. Don't you have any of those types of moments?
Badass immune systems can still get fucked. Trust me on that. It’s happened to me before. Would you rather be sick or stressed?
Am I supposed to be sorry? Because I'm not.
Well, now you're making me worried. And I'd rather be sick than stressed since then I'll get to lie around in bed all day and do whatever I'd want. Wouldn't you agree?