On a scale of 1 to fierce, Jessica W. scores something along the lines of a 13.

You're telling me that Courtney Love* helped staged an intervention for Whitney Houston?

JESUS H. CHRIST.I'm pretty sure Courtney's vagina is the source of every bad thing that has ever happened in the historical history of history, and now she is being credited as trying to steer someone else away from drugs? Shit, she makes ME want to do drugs ( Read more... )

I believe that if you begin to ask too many questions on why this current journal entry even exists, months after I claimed I had written my last journal back in May (which was comparable to the bathroom graffiti you find in bus stations. Screw off, I lacked creativity and charm), then you'll miss what's important -- me, in an eternal blaze of ( Read more... )

For three and a half years I anticipated this day, the culmination of what I would consider the greatest documented recordings of my high school life, stories, thoughts (however mudane, random, or profound) and the often times comical characteristics of my personality. The problem is that ever since I created my journal, I had never really intended ( Read more... )

These last couple of days were the pinnacle of my life thus far. And a great few days they have been. I mean, let's recap:

• Burt Reynolds slapped the fuck out of someone interviewing him
  
• My grandmother, aunt, and baby cousin came down from NY to visit me and attend my graduation
  
• I'm getting money out the wa zoo
  
• I received a ton of graduation gifts ( Read more... )

I graduate from high school in less than seven hours.

It's the fastest process in the world, even though it took twelve years of my life.

What the hell does a person have for breakfast on a day like this.

Oh, and I hope nobody minds me taking the episode title for the series finale of Dawson's Creek as my subject heading. After writing 700+ ( Read more... )

I was sitting on my bed today, flipping and tossing the television remote in my hand. Then, I tried to close my eyes and see if I could flip it and successfully catch it in the same hand. So I concentrated ( Read more... )

It takes real, calculating psychotics to do what Kat and Becky did last night ( Read more... )

Today was my best 18th birthday ever ( Read more... )

R.I.P Courtney.

It's sad. We kind of live our lives drifting slowly through space. We always put off the things we are capable of doing today.

But in doing so, we never really live for the moment. We also forsake the things that matter the most to us, until it's too late.

Keep smiling, Courtney.