Well cheery dearie-o's, it looks like this is the end of the road for this journal.

I mainly use my Xanga account, so if you'd like to visit me there, by all means, do so.

Lots of Love.

-Regina

Alright...so I'm back.
I know, I know, it's been a while.
But I've been busy!

Saturday was my cousin's wedding, for which I was a slave to my sister's floral business. This job consists of Lisa saying things like, "Gerbera...Alstromeria...Fern...Baby's Breath..." and my passing them to her while I try not to superglue my fingers to floral tape. It ( Read more... )

This is my song of the week.
Mainly because I know I've found a few, it's just hard getting them to that relationship point.
Ah well.

Danielle Peck - Findin' A Good Man

Here's to finding a good man!

We've got a bucket of Corona,
Enough stories to last all night
About the trials and tribulations
Of finding Mr. Right.
Of finding a good man.

Here's to the ( Read more... )

MOOD SWINGS!
Just one more of the services brough to you by PMS!
Don't worry guys, this is one chick who hates it just as much as you.

What's up?
Not a whole lot.
I mean...I'm up. Lately to such hours as 3 am. Which, I didn't see any problem with.
That is until, my brother and my mom came downstairs, looked at the clocks and went, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ( Read more... )

Forgive ( Read more... )

I'M DONE!!!!!!!!!
God willing and the creek don't rise, I have all my requirements together to be a Senior.
If not I'm gonna cry.
Oh so much.
And then prolly storm around.
Write a letter.
Sing the Dixie Chicks, really loudly, and eat ice cream.
Followed by some wallowing, and a round or several with a punching bag.

Speaking of wallowing...I need to do ( Read more... )

Seven-forty-five am ( Read more... )

Ah man. Artists. 
I have nothing against artists, don't get me wrong, I just can't stand the emo, "PITY ME!" ones that constantly seem to plague my life. 
So I have a DeviantArt account. Yeah, I know, I'm cool. Most of my stuff is pretty...emo-ish, I suppose you could say, but it's not like I live my life for being emo, so...yeah. It's not terribly ( Read more... )

I have nothing to report.
A big fat zilch.
It's 3:20 am.

Harry Connick, Jr.'s only good song is the one I'm listening to. 
It'd be a good first dance.
So...just in case any of my other cousins get the idea in their heads to steal my names, ideas, etc...
I CALL THIS SONG AS A FIRST DANCE CHOICE. 
Ha. 
Irrefutable.

Alright kids. 
I'm gonna snooze.
Try and ( Read more... )

Morning darlings. 
Last night was my spring chorus concert. Good times. Me and my friends pranced (quite literally) around in our chorus gowns, which are like black Barbie dress up gowns, and I even got to shout "DON'T BE NAKED!" when we went into the bandroom to warm up at the beginning of the night. I shall explain, never fear.
See, first off the ( Read more... )