Why do people expect me to shrug off an insult?

You can’t just expect me to be indifferent to biting comments. You get what you give, and what you gave, asshole, I mean Junior, is a nasty comment for which you deserved that slap on your dirty, arrogant face.

I shouldn’t have taken out my anger on Margeaux, she doesn’t deserve to ( Read more... )

So I’m sitting here, filling out my USC app, and I can’t stop wondering why the hell am I even trying. The Fin Aid deadline is Dec. 10, but I don’t qualify for any of those descriptions. All the scholarships are for people who have a ginormous GPA (penis) and good SAT scores, by good I mean 1600, or are black or Mexican. I’m Mexican if that’s ( Read more... )

It’s pouring outside, it’s so beautiful, except it makes me want to pee, a lot.

“If anyone is driving too slow…try to understand why they can do this to you. Once you define their style (assign the label) or limitation, if any, you will feel much better or less angry. These motorists can be in a hurry, driving under stress, have lack of knowledge of the traffic laws, be daydreamers, or be raised in a barn ( Read more... )

Well its Yom Kippur morning ( Read more... )

I need to get laid. This morals thing isn’t working too well, I just get more and more sexually frustrated…

Past week has been awesome. Almost every day I was able to share with one or two of my closest friends. And yes, those people who flake, you seriously need to make it up in some form or another. I still love you, but I’m very furious…

I’ve realized that nobody reads my journal, except for my best friend.
Today was relaxing. There are only a few people that are willing to give up some of their time for me, no matter how much the gas costs or how long they have to drive to get to my place. Thank you so much.

Can this be freedom?
His blue eyes will tell.

Now this is freaky, don't you think?

Guess what I’m thinking…

“Aren’t you happy that you don’t have __________?”*

*I encourage everyone who reads my journal to play this game. There may be more than one correct answer, so feel free to list whatever comes to mind.

I’m finished packing and tomorrow, early in the morning, I will be on a bus going someplace really hot. As some of you know, I hope, that I’ll be “missing” for the next couple of weeks, but don’t fret, I will reappear. I hope I won’t be forgotten by my closes and dearest pals, you know who you are; I’ll miss you most of all. Hugs and good-byes…