Alright, so I'm getting sick of this journal, as well as a bit freaked out that anyone can read about my insanelyinterestinglyspectacular life. Therefore, I made ___tinycities. New, pretty, stalker-free, etc. It's for anyone who, for some reason, finds it fun to keep tabs on my day-to-day occurances (even though I don't usually write about how my day went ( Read more... )

The ultimate hell is watching Oprah talk about how she can't wear panties, and then proceeding to be shown how to squat in the forest and use leaves to wipe her ass.

I had forgotten why I stopped watching TV for that period of time. This has definately reminded me.

In other news ... four days, motherfucker.

Wow. This weekend was actually pretty good ( Read more... )

Yeah, I'm definately at Emily's right now, officially making me the coolest person alive (says she). Coleman and Kennedy just left after we ran through the golf course and Kennedy developed a severe case of Jewkemia. Then we went to Q-ZAR and SUCKED ASS, thank you. We're going to watch movies and snuggle now. This is why I'm doing just fine ( Read more... )

Just to add this for no particular reason (except to stall from doing what I need to), today was really fucking insane. Every morning and I do that weird, "Something amazing will happen today" thing that one of my dad's psycological tapes says to say every morning, something fucked up happens.

Sign from God? Maybe ... just maybe.

Boo. I really don't see how I do well in school, I procrastinate until the very last minute (i.e. this morning when I printed off my report in the library 2 minutes before the tardy bell rang). Don't care, I got a 90. But yeah, now, I had all semester to do this 1 page summary, and I'm still not doing it. Pshaw, at least I have an article ( Read more... )

Every night I hear planes flying over my house while I'm lying in bed, and every night I wish more than anything that I was on one of them.

But then I realize that no matter how I get out of Tampa, I would still be me. That kills me more than the way you ignore me.

As soon as someone better comes along, they will desert you. Everyone will leave you. I'm not necessary anymore (but then again, was I ever?).

I am obsolete.

I will not let this bother me anymore. It does not make me sad that everytime I think of you, I think of how I lost you. I will not remember you as the person I let slip away, I'll remember you as a friendship that never existed. I have better things to do than worry about why you don't talk to me anymore. I bide my time by lying to myself.

Yesterday was a lot of fun. We missed quite a bit of Taking Back Sunday and made a pact to never see a stadium show again. And Cypress Hill is terribly amusing, and I can't remember much more except that Eurotrip is a really great movie to watch after a show and 7-11 and watching someone smoke and then inventing funny ways to walk. Oh, yeah ( Read more... )