1sy day 1st day ofcourse i was 1/2 hr late to my ist class b/c i thought it startred @ 1030 oh no 10 is the correct time ms bernath my natzi nun informed me as i waltz through the door with my cool new bookbag. i thought i would start the semester off on a great organized not but no it was not meant to now i must rush to the libray for a work syudy ( Read more... )

so last night marina and i went on a world tour of boys it was crazy we just kept meeting these guys who were from europe like it was normal or something ( Read more... )

ive been writing in a journal all of my secrets and thoughts that people cant know and ive come to the conclusion im either really fucked up and crazy or the rest of the world needs to get on track ( Read more... )

my weekend was WONDERFUL ( Read more... )

sometimes i wish that i wasnt as excitable as i am ( Read more... )

so ive found something that ive always known.......i guess its wierd to really see it though no matter how much its in your face at times..................i just cant stand the fact that i am such a huge failure your so much better at it and you seem to be good and keep up the hard work and persisentce to do it... why dont people question you? its ( Read more... )

party @ jeff and jasons sat!! so sad, its the last one! oh well all good things must come to an end. lets hope that my rehearsal is better tonight than last night because there were points when i wanted to just walk......but i didnt because im a professional i WILL MAKE THIS A GOOD SHOW!!!! i have to keep telling myself that or......

today i am sporting a side ponytail and id have to say it rocks some sweet balls. with the side pony is a fake flower adorning my head. i also have on bright pink lipstick and a slipdress. i am awesome a hippie/80's/rocker/lovechild today please tellme you want to be me i knowits hard to control your self im so hot!!

i am that sweet

did you remember what it was like to love me? how could you have forgotten? i guess it wasnt really love; was it?

here i am once again, im torn into pieces
cant deny cant pretend just thought you were the one
broken up deep inside
but you wont get to see these tears i cry

and here i am again writing in this journal hopes fears and longings. where do i begin this time/ when i hurt when im happy when im lost? everything is fine just fine thanks for asking..............it really is thats the starnge part, its always so much easier to write about the bad than the good so i really dont have much to say.......or maybe i ( Read more... )