Samantha Ball (^^) is a 18 year old writer/entrepreneur/comedian/philosopher/ actor/author/human being. Samantha is also a liar. Samantha likes the color green, but not army green or rifle green, she's more of an office green. Samantha doesn't like to be called Samantha, she would like to be called Sam. Samantha doesn't prefer long walks on the gulf. Samantha was born in the 994th year of the 2nd millennium. Samantha often refers to herself in the third person.
Her nose is funny.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Just realized I’ve turned into that person; I get up early, start my day with some Special K, then I go for a run. If I feel like I need a snack, I eat an apple or some frozen grapes or a banana.
What have I become and why hasn’t anyone stopped me.
Uh. I think someone’s driving a golf cart with, like, an actual car motor or something on it. Where do I live.
The only time I want to go see movies is at 12:00am.
The only time I want to drive is at 12:00am or later.
The only time I want to eat pancakes is at 4:30am.
What is my problem though really.
I’m eating chicken dipped in French dressing and it tastes just like lobster. I am not even joking.
Going to set fire to this song.
Going through my texts from today and I just realized that this happened.
My little, awesome cousin and I have great conversations.
Every time I drink an energy drink, I get a headache afterward. Every single time. And it’s not like I don’t know it’s coming. Why do I keep doing this to myself.
At 10:00 pm, I was bragging about how caffeine has no effect on me.
It’s 3 am now. =[
I just uploaded a bunch of pointless pictures to Flickr!
Does anyone even use Flickr anymore? Seriously though.
Does anyone ever watch those weight loss pill commercials and think, “holy crap. If I lost 150 pounds, I’d be dead.” Anyone else do that? How about eating chocolate-covered cheerios cereal after saying that? If you’ve never done this- you’ve never LIVED.
One day, I’m going to take all the pictures that I’ve taken of myself in bathrooms and put them into a photo album. Then, in the future, I’m going to show those pictures to orphan children and say, “This is what the cool kids with lots of friends did in the 2000s.” And then I’ll start crying.
There’s nothing greater than having a conversation with someone who knows everything!! Just kidding! I hate them and they should jump! Xoxo!!!
