No, Nickelback, I do NOT care about your photograph. STOP YELLING AT ME!

I'm reckless ( Read more... )

I have to stop going to bed drunk because I wake up to a CRIME SCENE. I fell asleep while chewing cookies in bed (trashyy slash exceedingly dangerous gotta love it) and with full makeup on. I woke up in crumbs and with mascara smeared all over my pillow case. I went to bed in pajamas and woke up naked with about half of my wardrobe flung all over ( Read more... )

I'd like to dedicate this entry to my blonde moments. Moments of stupidity. Of memory loss. Of utter ridiculousness. Etc ( Read more... )

My mom is morally against sending out those Christmastime brag sheets. We usually joke about potential ones we would send out: "Rachel's finally finished with her required community service hours and is entering her probation period, and Allie was finally able to take the baby home for good ( Read more... )

Potential conversations with Allie over the next few days ( Read more... )

I have the most amazing friends in the world. Thank you so much for taking such good care of me. I love you all so much.

I rode in a clown car last night. 70 people, 1 sedan. And I threw up on Andres's lawn. Eeew gross bye.

Scottie Pippin was on my flight back to school. I know this because I was waiting for my bag to come off the CAROUSEL OF FUN (who isn't secretly obsessed with riding it and seeing what's inside the little flappy things?) and a guy about my age walks over and nudges me ( Read more... )

So I recently discovered that I can bring my i-pod...places...that are not the gym. So I was walking to class and, alas, there is the boyfriend walking towards me. (Immediately switch from embarassing Disney music to something much sexier). So then we had our first ever on-the-way-to-class-mid-day-kiss and I was so reminded of 9th grade with me and ( Read more... )

Dan Macsai and Andres Fausto Berumen miss stalking my life ( Read more... )