I had a fight with Robert, and I need to know who is at fault. Please don't allow for friendship bias or anything of that nature to sway your opinion, if I was wrong, tell me so. The conversation started with Robert showing me a picture of the hotel he booked for prom weekend, and it went as follows ( Read more... )

Last night I tried on my graduation dress. Perhaps it was all the designer beading or perhaps it was the Modest Mouse, but I cried over all of you. So sad.

Contemp Ish is the ill shit, yo. I just wanted to drop a line and note a few things:

1. Datz is FOINE
2. James has a sweet ass
3. My boobs are fake
4. Suck it

I have a sunburn. I want to cut my hair into a bob. I feel like kissing. I feel like kissing someone forbidden. I need a pedicure. I could go for a Pabst right now.

Spring is here, to be certain.

Sitting here, staring into the hallway, waiting makes me wonder what I'm waiting for. Or why I'm waiting at all. Surely, there's someone out there who's ready when I am.

I fucking hate not living for myself, sometimes.

A retraction on the previous entry: one college likes me.

Colleges hate me.

At noon today, I'm getting on a bus and going to Cherry Hill, New Jersey for the DECA State Competition. Needless to say, there's no time to be casual ( Read more... )

I fucked up really badly. Don't be friends with me anymore, I might hospitalize you too.

Love is running outside in the freezing cold wearing nothing but a tshirt to scrape the snow off of your girlfriend's car because she was dumb enough to think opening her windows would suffice and now her Jeep is filling up with snow.