You Know You're a Dancer When ( Read more... )

It's people like you that make me act the way I do. Complete disrespect.

This semester sucked. My mother and I discussed changing majors (to dance from Finance). I don't know if I want to start all over this far in though. I was realistically aiming for straight A's. Really should not have been an issue. Got 85, 88, 88, 89.6, and 95. Two rounded me up leaving me with three A's and two B's. Not horrible. But not at all ( Read more... )

I should learn to stop listening to people and try to make myself happy. Everyone is telling me they like the brown better (not like it, like it better) than the fake ass blonde. Well, maybe the blonde was not so flattering, but it suited me. Blondes have more fun more easily. I am the stereotype of blonde. And gosh darn't. I fucking want it back.

There is so much I want to say but what's the point when you know exactly what I am thinking.

Who fucking breaks up with someone over myspace. Fuck you, John Dear. Fuck you and your immaturity.

And fuck all the boys who decided to just stop talking to me. It doesn't make it any easier when it happens at random and you think everything is okay. I don't like being left in the dark.

And fuck me for thinking someone could actually like me.

( Bitch got expensive taste. )

Hung out with people from work and their friends last night. Made a complete ass out of myself. It was amazing.

Alcohol brings out honesty. Whoops.

Get it in writing. I'm going to frame it.

Day one. I won. Let's give it up for the letter J.

Just like old times.

( Update. )