to further emphasize the fact that i am the worst student in the world, i have strayed from various necessary activities and divulged myself into the creating of a new journal. one void of my unnecessary whining and complaining of my daily life, although i doubt that would last more than a month or so. but, here's to the new and compelling ( Read more... )

... dude, I'm graduating...

holy emotionalclusterfuck...

sometimes i wish things didn't change.
but then, that's not exciting.

... the search... for serenity.

... i never realized how easy it was to lose control.
how one can be totally swept by the moment and just not think.
one moment, responsible... the next...
i'm running after brianna with paint soaked hands...

everyone has their moments i guess.
i feel like i failed mr. moore though.

prom was a blur ( Read more... )

and prom is at its heels!

Born October 24, 1988 the third sond of Tarcisio and Maria Paz Bufete was born a disappointment. She spent the weeks before my birth deciding on the perfect name for a girl. I was to be called Pauline, I was going to be her baby girl, the one she had dreamed of her entire life. The doctors told her that this was to be her last pregnancy, her last ( Read more... )

my glasses broke.
fantastic.

here's the deal.
art gallery with bh tomorrow.

that fortune cookie lied to me.
it fucking lied to me.

... even though i know its not my fault, its goddamn depressing.