I'm rather bored right now. Just finished dying my hair and I'm a bit tired. Gotta figure out how to use my mothers digital camera

So it seems to me that Friday was my first real day off. It felt as if I've been running on empty for quite some time. I'm not talking about emotionally for once either. I've just been so exausted lately and I don't know why. Well, I do, and it's bothering me intensly.

I'm completely stressed out. I dislike having to owe my mother anything like ( Read more... )

Two hours and fifty minutes.

That's cool.

John gave me a beautiful day. I will cherish it for the rest of my life.

I wish it didn't end.

Mom bought all my presents today

She didn't wrap them.

She just handed me the bag...

No wonder I hold no real value in my birthday.

Laceface, Hollass, sunday, my house until 3. be there or be square.

Jazz, you ( Read more... )

Go back in your lj and post the first sentence of the first post in every month from this year.

January:

So, it's done and over with.

February:

So I haven't exactly updated lately.

March:

So my computer finally got de-virused thanks to my brother in law.

April:

Heartache hurts.

May:

According to popular polls, I went on a date last ( Read more... )

*taps glass*

Hello? Anyone home?

Just checking.

Happy Holidays

Since Merry Christmas is socially unexceptable. I mean, I understand there are other cultures out there. That's not what bothers me, not saying merry christmas. It's those religious fucks who can't take their heads out of their rear ends long enough to see there is more to the holidays ( Read more... )

Shit I remembered I wrote on my very very first xanga diary. I miss that shit, this is just some of the stuff though. In case you really didn't believe me when I told you I wrote things about you around Homecoming time Johnny Boy.

October 27, 2003

"Hmm..

Heh..he didn't ask me to Homecoming today. Wasted day it was really..feeling nervous to ( Read more... )

   So I'm still not exactly sure what's going on and it's stressing me out. It's not the fact of what I'll do if it's true. I've got some pretty solid, workable plans, even if you weren't here to help. (Not saying you wouldn't be at all) It's just the unsure fact of well...of not knowing. You know? Things are going pretty nice right now, I can ( Read more... )

Why is it that I can never please you? It seems lately, actually since I started high school that I'm no longer the girl you were so proud of. The girl who started failing her classes because she just stopped caring. The girl who is trying her damnedest to care but can't seem to muster up enough courage to do so. You make me feel so weak, to the ( Read more... )

   I hate this feeling. My hearts in my throat, because if it were in my chest it would be breaking. It's not the fact that you wouldn't tell me. I can deal with you not wanting to share everything with me. Lord knows I don't do the same all the time. It was the look in your eyes, lover. It was the way you held me, like you would let me go at any ( Read more... )

   In true fasion as of late, I went over to John's place after work for half an hour before I went home. To me, it sounds like he's talking to him self, so I open the door to his room and find he's on the phone with one of his friends. I shrug, set my keys on the TV stand and take off my shoes. His movement makes me glance up and before me he ( Read more... )