i hate people.

i hate people being in my apartment.

i hate people smoking, in my apartment.

i hate when my dishes go missing.

i hate when dishes, of mine, go missing, in my apartment.

I HATE PEOPLE IN MY FUCKING SPACE USING/TAKING MY THINGS OUT OF MY APARTMENT.

FUCK OFF

So it's been about a month since I've been in my apartment, actually it's been a little over a month, and things are going well. My roommate decided that Paul Smith's isn't the place for her anymore, so she's moving out at the end of this month, and I think my friend Sam is moving in. It should be interesting ( Read more... )

who is hungover, BEFORE they go to bed? this kid.

coooool.

my mum is here, i never want her to go home. ever never ever never never.

so alex and i aren't together anymore, and its an odd feeling. i see him and i want to run over and give him a kiss, but i can't. i want to sit there and have long talks and giggles and not worry about a thing, but i can't. and i want to take out this girl that's pushed me away from him and made me all uneasy. I hate this, and i hate being jealous ( Read more... )

I HATE EVERYONB!

So the leaves are changing and the air is slowly getting colder, and I'm starting to step back into my warm sweaters and my wool socks. My mind has started to settle down and my body starts getting back into the motions of school and classes. And as I sat by the water and watched the leaves fall I thought of all the things that I used to dream and ( Read more... )

So I'm back to school now, and the apt is awesome, i like it alot. school is going well, it's a little harder to get used to this year just because i have so long inbetween my classes and then my lab doesn't start until 3:55 and it goes until 7:30. Its alright, I dont know how i feel about my lab yet, i'm still kinda wary of it but i'm sure it'll ( Read more... )

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" i guess there will always be people that you love from the very moment you lay eyes on them. others will grow on you with time. but it's those special ones, the ones where you are instantly swept off your feet, and intoxicated with their everymove, that stick with you always ( Read more... )

found this oldpaper. but i like it. deal.

When You’re a Child, the World is Made of Cotton Candy and Gum Drops. And There is No Such Thing as Acid Rain. "When you're a little kid you're a bit of everything; a Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up, one at a time.1” The night of April 2, 2001 ( Read more... )