Tonight I went through a memory box from high school ( Read more... )

lyric post.. SORRY ( Read more... )

I just found a box full of notes from middle school ( Read more... )

I love my home (my parents' home). Beautiful, happy, full of love.. Free food and laundry (and lodging in general). Tranquility, ample space ( Read more... )

Last night was wonderful ( Read more... )

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY ( Read more... )

Check out the evil icon! Here, Kate ( Read more... )

I don't really think anyone reads this journal, but oh well. I'm copying Kate.

If you read this
You must post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want...
[originally there was a part here about it being either good or bad, but, um, fuck that, i don't wanna hear bad memories, i have too many of my own.]

After a painful week of dropping and adding, I finally have a regular schedule at el Tec de Monterrey. For such a well-funded (rich as fuck), beautifully landscaped school, I'm appalled at how unorginized and retarded it is in a lot of ways. A week and a half after my ID picture was taken (at orientation), I still don't have a fucking student ID ( Read more... )