my father passed away this morning.

15.03.05yesterday i purchased my chemical romance's 'i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love' lp and it is just as great as i remember it being. i am so excited about their gig next month, i jizz my pants every time i think of gerard way ( Read more... )

i am tired of absolutely everything, right now.

tomorrow i am accompanying kay to the hospital to get her pregnancy test results. she is scared. i am tired ( Read more... )

first week of college = uh-may-ZING.

so many things happened, good, bad but mostly good - i'd write about them except. you don't care. and, as the time is in the a.m, neither do i. maybe tomorrow i will. but not now.

uhm. oh. i have a crush. hayli never has crushes. (because when i do, i go dumb. and act retarded. and think ( Read more... )

first official day of my new college today. WAS A NERVE-WRACKING EXPERIENCE. but ten times better than i expected. the people are friendly(ish), the teachers are kind and the campus is pretty sexy. havering is SO different to newvic, cuz it's in the middle of essex, in, like, the countryside. yeah. it's nice to breathe air and not unnatural fumes. ( Read more... )

today was abysmal. i want to cry. i'm exhausted. my lip piercing is sore and bloody and pus-sy. and yeah. bet it's infected. dreading monday. my tutor group suck. they're all scared of me. cuz i wear eyeliner. and this means i WH0RE$HiP D@ D3ViLzz!11 (oh, god, WHY did i want to go there so bad? fuckin' hell.) the majority of them are snobby ( Read more... )

hi.

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today, hayli did nothing of interest: she woke up at 1.17pm, lay in (sofa) bed til 2.04pm, brushed teeth at 2.06pm, ate cookie at 3.38pm. she then proceeded to write stupid letters to stupid people with stupid handwriting but got distracted by the "pirates of the carribean" dvd lying on the dvd player. she watched it. and wondered why 99.6% of the ( Read more... )

i am sitting here on my sofabed, laptop open, covers over my head. i'm scared shitless. something keeps banging against my window and i don't know what it is but it sounds like a mental asylum escapee trying to get in...TO MY ROOM. i'm shitting my pants. and i like these pants.

two minutes later...arrrrh, it won't stop! i've been forced to ( Read more... )