I totally locked myself in the bathroom today. (Err. Last night). I couldn't get out for a couple of hours, until the mother came home. I called J.Stokes and he laughed, then I called Nik, who was off gallivanting around Garfield. I am such a clumsy-face. And it wasn't one of those magical self-discovery experiences, either -- no, no. It was boring ( Read more... )

1. Who were you with last night ( Read more... )

I want to go see MOVIES today. I want to see Harry Potter and Saved! and some others. I have no problem walking to Lacy, in fact, I look forward to it. I just have no money. And the mother is at work. Well, boohoo. I think I'll walk somewhere anyway.

[(EDIT):What the crap. HP is supposed to be taking over the world, right? Well, it isn't playing ( Read more... )

My Best Friend is monkeyslovecowsOur 23 common interests are: blondie, cyndi lauper, fiona apple, janis joplin, jason webley, jimi hendrix, johnny depp, led zeppelin, lou reed, monty python, olympia, patti smith, pirates, siouxsie and the banshees, tank girl, the b-52's, the clash, the doors, the goonies, the pixies, the smiths, velvet underground, violent femmes ( Read more... )

I HAVE A PLAN ( Read more... )

Dear _______,

I miss you.
Come back soon.
Call me, even.
Dare I utter the words?

-Kate.

[P.S]:I don't like to think of myself as an insincere person but if I say I love you and I don't mean it then what else am I? Will I cherish you, adore you, make way for you, make myself better for you, look at you and always see you, tell you the truth? ( Read more... )

Girl's Night was quite the success, thanks to the organization of our dearest Erin ( Read more... )

I wonder what the calorie intake is for continually biting one's nails, the skin surrounding one's nails, and the inside of the lip.

It's kind of like self-cannibalism. [Is there an alternate word for that?].

Things are continuing to make their way inexorably downhill. I am now at the mother's house due to a spat with the father that transpired an hour ago. It consisted of him standing outside my door and yelling at me about how I am "spineless," "worthless," and a "quitter." This is not my idea of constructive criticism; if I recall the event correctly ( Read more... )

I envy everyone not in this house right now. Currently, the goings-on consists of an intense battle of musical "taste"; my Elvis against the wee sister's brand spankin' new Blink 182 cd. Sadly, I am outnumbered 2:1. I'm making up for it by singing along (badly) at the top of my lungs. I'm sure how much longer my vocal chords can hold out/stand this ( Read more... )