emily is over. my house smells like good food.

How old am I really? Seriously ( Read more... )

My neighbor has arrived. Although I was promised a horrid Redwood bitch, I think she' s ok. I will like her and it will be fun.

And now it is summer, which is for going to the beach and loud music and sunscreen and odd photographs and writing letters from summercamp and family vacationing classy style like the kennedys and riding bikes on cape cod and summer is for popsickles and too many laughs... so I think it's time for all of this livejournal nonsense to be put to rest ( Read more... )

Sundays are horrible.

Fuck Finals. I am so done. Failure.

Who wants to go see Harry Potter tomorrow?!?

I dont think I've had a more eventful weekend for a long time, and the irony in this is that my parents grounded me last Thursday night. So I've realized that I am an ungroundable kid and that trying to provide unfair restricting structure in my life just makes me rebel and have more fun than I should. I didn't go home for 3 days and they never ( Read more... )

This weekend was good of course, what with prom and all . . . it took a whole lot of fucking organizing, so it better have been good. . . and it was indeed. The whole limo nonsense turned out well- good people, and the dancing bit was grand. Even afterprom, which I attended for an hour and for free, was fun enough. Everyone vegging at my house ( Read more... )

This journal thing is funny. If you want to know what I did all weekend, you could probably figure it out by reading other people's journals. So why am I writing? Blah. I am going to dye my hair on this lovely monday afternoon.