Dear Die-ary,

I usually can think of nothing I want for my birthday, but I kinda want the But I'm a Cheerleader dvd and a Go Sailor cd...other than that...nothing, but hey at least I thought of somethin.

Dear Die-ary,

Today is the day! Finally...and I haven't really started packing anything yet. I threw a few things in my bag this morning, and my pants are in the dryer, probably all wrinkly. I swear everytime I get excited about something I get all busy and end up in a rush at the end.

Tonight I have to come home from work, get in the shower, go ( Read more... )

Dear Die-ary,

2 1/2 more daaaays.

And, because I didn't realize it was due tomorrow, the pace is gonna have to be picked up a little bit on my physics project...or I'll just be staying up all night like I will anyways.

God no, stupid performances next hour, and supposedly Marty and a bunch of guys will be watching.

I'm not a performer...I'm not a ( Read more... )

Dear Die-ary,

Today lunch was spiffy fun-like. I guess. We put porn we found into a pizza box and gave it to some strangers.

Ahh the things that get me through the day.

Work tonight, and I'm trying to make progress on my physics project. I finished the experiment this morning, now I just have to put it into a neat little display...be artsy if ( Read more... )

Dear Die-ary,

I'm going to Magic Mountain...with my Robin! Eeep!

As I was climbing up the stairs
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish I wish he'd go away.

Dear Die-ary,

I had the best intentions of writing about prom here...but some stories are just too damn long.

So, eat me. Or just ask me in person. Or both.

I like sleeping in Mike's arms....*emo sigh*

Dear Die-ary,

I think the fact that I'm tired and freezing in May is messing with my head. I fell asleep in every class today...but I drank some sodie at lunch so I'm better now, not much better though.

Mike's picking me up from school today, I hope he won't care that I just want to go to sleep. I'm acting like a fucking psycho and would really ( Read more... )

Dear Die-ary,

You know, I realized I never actually write in this thing...I guess I'm just too damn busy, tis unfortunate.

This morning Ashley got mad at me for being a smartass about college...she's stressing herself out so bad about it you know...I wish I had that kind of, well, anything. My indifference even begins to get to me.

I guess my ( Read more... )

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)ExtremeLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)ExtremeLevel 6 ( Read more... )

Dear Die-ary,

Disregard my last entry...my dad's not letting me go to Opiate afterall...one more show I'm just fucking missing.