There are two types of crazy. The first kind involves good friends and in my case, usually good tequila. Then there's the second kind. The kind where I get caught in the middle of some stupid, crazy-ass drama that is too immature for high school. I'm all set with that kind. Grow thicker skin, own up to your shit and don't fuck with my best ( Read more... )

Plans changed a lot this week. The weekend turned out ok, although completely different that what was expected. Now I'm waiting for a phone call and to register for classes. I won't hold my breath for the phone call.

Tony's gone again. It makes me feel lame. He was my excuse not to be a good sister. I don't even know what that means anymore. He's more than an excuse. To be completely cliche, he's my rock. I'm going to watch Saturday Night Live soon.

I miss MCLA but there's a part of me that's almost afraid to go back, even if it is just to visit. I hate that lives continued even though I transferred. Today blows.

I hate being sick. On the bright side though, I got to sleep till noon, lay on the couch all day and watch Eight Men Out which was really good. Our new couch was delivered today. It's kind of ugly, but it's comfortable I guess. I need more nap time.

Very not fucking okay.

I feel like I have a hangover, but all I drank last night was water and lemonade. Maybe I should have had the beer. When I was in the fifth grade, I was going to run away to California with my best friend, Patty. I chickened out at the last minute. We were going to steal her mom's car because Patty knew how to drive it. I remembered that for ( Read more... )

I think Tony went running, but I don't know. CSI is on. My new tat kinda hurts. It's puffy. I hope I won't die. We're going to a farm party tonight around nine and then sleeping in the back of Tony's truck under the stars. I hope there aren't a lot of mosquitoes. I hate bugs. The pillows are missing. Ton's mom is upstairs chatting with her ( Read more... )

So I'm in Maryland, staying with Tony's family through the 22nd. Things are going well. We got back from our cruise to Bermuda on Sunday where I discovered, much to my dismay, that I'm going to have to work on that whole sea legs thing. That'll be interesting, as I plan on keeping a sailor around for a while. I got a tattoo tody. Tony did too ( Read more... )

The Red Sox are on, but disturbingly enough, I'd rather be watching the Ultimate Coyote on CMT. Tony's leaving really early tomorrow morning and I have to go to stupid class which I'm seriously considering skipping except for the fact that I have a stupid freeking quiz every freeking day. I hate summer school. Some things I love ( Read more... )