Still a pretty girl

No longer a public girl

Thinks twice before talking girl

Now a private girl

Who just wants everything in it's place.

I saw him again. He gave me another cheap lighter. I froze. Don't judge.

I have a physical at 8 tomorrow morning, writers block, and no where near sleepy time. What the hell man.

OK, so. . .it didn't mean anything? I'm cool with that, but don't let it damper our friendship.

I just finished my first movie review for CrucialTaunt.com. It's going to be a great leg up for me. I am working on a great script that I am going to get a good chunk of money for and a name for myself. I am loving my project for the NBC writers application. Am I officially a writer? I think so. I should be happy, right ( Read more... )

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After 3:00 pm tomorrow I am officially an adult, no more school, more responsibility, and no more wondering about your future because it is right here in front of me. I am not going to say "fuck" because I have a general direction on where I am heading.

I called the cops because something was going down in the apartment below me. Some dude was being physical with one fo the girls that live below. I feel bad because I was stoned out of my mind and just woke up at the later part of it all. But yeah, I immediately called the cops because she was yelling at him and he wouldn't leave. I hope that ( Read more... )

I'm about to crack, every time I walk into work on Mondays and Wednesdays I have to fucking deal with that Dr. Who show. Olivia, watch another show. I don't care what else you watch, it could be the effing wobbles for all I care, as long as it has nothing to do with the sci fi channel.

I just found my old deadjournal and spent a good few hours reading all of the entries I posted and wow was I a sad puppy.

Yeah and I forgot how much I hated all these kids I considered my friends and I am so relieved I don't even consider them to be even apart of my life anymore.