i was just thinking about this. i do not want to be one of those creepy thirty year olds explaining the benefits of blogging. with that finalization, i decided that i would delete this thing-majig. i have not set a final date for its existence, but it will be gone before i graduate high school.  technically, i am supposed to send my deposit for ( Read more... )

ap's are redonk. as of june, i will have taken eight. gross? um, yes

1. soph : chem
2. jr : us history, bio, lit
3. sr: gov, latin, physics, spanish

i want to sneak a dog into the test room and have the dog shred my test in defiance of yet another child-trap. the teachers will then call in the national guard, and those cats will bring the hoses, ( Read more... )

so i united states my way into the world war ii of poking battles on facebook and inadvertently uncover some nasty situations.

i have continued a dream series from the weekend in which i am repeatedly killed by this boy named eli. i did not fear eli until i dreamed that he liked the taste of my blood. my blood is more fearful than my body is tired.

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i just arrived here from one crummy concert. i am going to delete every song from wolf parade on itunes in a few.

i have been thinking about going after a date for my high school senior prom, since it is boy-hunting season, but i have seen all i really want to see of boys at south. bringing a date from outside of school would be cruel unless he had ( Read more... )

me : hello?
mum : pink and white or yellow and white?
me : yellow and white. but for what?
mum : sheet sets.
me : um
mum : talk quick. my minutes.
alyssain the background : who is that?
me : i'll have yellow and white...please.
mum: oh, here's black and white.
alyssastill in the background : who is that?
mum : they have chicks.
me : as in little whores who ( Read more... )

"i am thinking of doing something this weekend."

i said that at sb and everyone made awful suggestions like "rob a car."

um. yea. go team.

so...

i have a prom dress that i will probably replace in the next five minutes of my existence, god-sparing.
i wrote a letter to every boy i have ever known - but really to those i can remember - wondering why we progressed as we did.
why do i always sound like a slut or an addict every time i write in this thing?

my high career, again ( Read more... )

i tried the whole "ten things you'd like to/never say to ten people" and failed. i harbour so much hate, and facing that fact is not something i ever want to do. i do not want that hate to bubble inside me until it explodes, but i do not want it to surface either. is it better that i add another explosion to the volvano's history?

you,

you are ( Read more... )

him : i just want [edit : yea] you to to be alright. be happy.
mebasically : no, i will not be alright. i will be whatever i want to be. goddammit!

i tried to apologize almost immediately, but the click of his phone sort of cut me off.
first time for everything. yay, firsts!

snot, family guy is on.
i made this book club for moving pictures, so i have to ( Read more... )

myspace is evil ( Read more... )