In high school, I wrote papers that I didn't want to write with mother guilt tripping me.

Here, I write papers I want to write and I have a cheering section.

Word.

Man who have sex with himself shoot the breeze.

Thank fucking god ( Read more... )

That is all. Yay for loverly physics problems and of montreal.

I broke to of my three lamps tonight.
I am one of the most ungraceful people I know.
I still really like Joanna Newsom. I don't care what people say; she can still make me tear up.
I'm tired of starting sentences with possesive pronouns.
I really don't know how to stop, though.

I'm having trouble adjusting to everything. I have all these "friends" but its quite strange being around people that I have absolutely no history with. I made it through MIDDLE SCHOOL with my old friends. We were almost like war buddie. We traded stories of teen anxt, puberty, and adolecent cruelty. Rough shit, but we went through it together and ( Read more... )

Here are some figures ( Read more... )

somene save me
sorry for the brevity lauren

PORTLAND~:22 JESESESEUS. I have to go. It's just so perfect.
Maybe this whole "going to Reed" thing is a good idea after all.

Comment if you wish I wrote more coherant entries. For instance, something that actually resembled prose.

Defacation, dying, and peeling off skin. And I am currently engaged in the last activity. Wish me luck.

Edit: On a related note, what's the deal with nipples? RAre they considered part of the skin or are they their own organs?I mean seriously, WTF?