I saw my second shooting star ever tonight. [:

I'm not getting my license.

I still don't have a car anyway.

But, at least I can legally see Snakes on a Plane.

Happy birthday, Shellie, seventeen is pretty freaking old.

I get really frustrated when I don't know what people are thinking/can't read people.

Sometimes it makes me want to stop talking to people.
Maybe I will. Hmmmmm.

Oh, so tonight I went down Clinton Road with Christina, Cameron, and Harry. It was interesting ( Read more... )

I don't really have many female friends.

Okay, certain things just aren't meant to ever change ( Read more... )

My life is a few things lately.
1. Ice Rink. 7am til 1. Worst hours I've ever heard of.
2. Prostitot boss' daughter.
3. Intelligent geeky almost punk rock boys. :D
4. Signs that say "Is that a mirror in your pocket?"

My life is going to be really nice when I get a car.

Hearing your name/someone saying something about you, makes me SO mad, like "I wish I was watching someone beat the shit out of an infant" kind of mad!

I'm never going to understand. And I don't even careeee.

Best thing ever, a suicide note generator.July 23, 2006 ( Read more... )

I think I may have wasted a majority of my thoughts on something pointless for you know, the past 13 months. That's okay I guess. I'll get over it, you know?

I want to meet Kanye West.
And I'm going to become good at something.
Just so I have something to wish for on my birthday.
:)

Little reminder: Shellie, your friends hate you.

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