Because of Lucia and her lovely away message.

refer to August 29, 2005.

these boys are hypocritical, all running between the legs of the same girl they love to talk shit about, and hate to fuck.

turns out, i like writing, hey!

something's wrong with me. i feel cold but i'm sweating at the same time. my head feels like it's going to fall off, and my eyes are being pushed into the back of my skull. don't call me to hangout.

time changes a person so much. tonight we drove through this town and it was as if one memory after another was just shoving itself in my face, reminding of all the reasons i should be with you, all the reasons i should just hold on no matter what. we drove past the big clock and all i could remember was driving by in the jeep to check what time it ( Read more... )

things have never been so perfect. i'm exactly where i need to be, i'm exactly where i want to be.

where i am now- ? maybe this is years of pent up karma from not answering all those chain letters. maybe i should've answered the ten questions honestly and made a wish instead of reading the whole thing quick and exiting the box. Maybe the warning at the bottom about me having bad luck for the rest of my life is true. Maybe i should've sent it to ( Read more... )

i really enjoy Dave Matthews version of "in my life" i think it should be our class song. That, or the Beatles version will do just fine :p or maybe cat stevens wild world. ahhaha

maaaaaaaaaaaan. what's up?

i've decided to post an entry about something that is very dear to my heart....beer pong. so picture it: it's a nice spring night you're attending what is supposed to be a "small gathering" but it turns into so much more, and everyone's there. (so it's a good thing you wore that new tank-top.) Anyway, you veer into the area where you hear loud ( Read more... )