Schfifty five!
And add me!
PS Ignore the crappy layout design!
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I'm fairly familiar with the isolated feeling of ignorance and seclusion now,
and I'll pretend like everything's okay.
In reality, it's not;
everything's not okay.
But I won't say anything,
not a word.

I wish I was Jamaican! Ya mon!

Looking back at my old entries, I look like a schizophrenic.

Take me seriously for just one minute; I have the sudden urge to dance.
Dancing makes me forget about everything, except for just moving with the music.
None of this "look at me, I'm girl, you're a boy, let's hump" nonsense.
Just pure dancing.

I am feeling fat ... and sassy!

So I don't go on LiveJournal for twenty-two days and my entire page is different!

Remember when LiveJournal was the cool thing to do?
Remember when we all told each other every single detail about how our day went?
Remember when it was okay to talk to random people online because they were a friend of a friend of a friend!

Ah, the good ol' days.

You're ruining your own life, you know.

I really want to _____, but I don't want to tell anyone because I am afraid. They'll laugh at me and think I'm crazy for wanting to do this. I don't have what it takes, yet I do. I want to surprise the world with this hidden "talent" that I just might have. Everyday, I'm striving and struggling towards my goal. It is my utmost desire. There is a ( Read more... )

Wednesday: The Producers at the Twin with Alex, Ellen, and Nathan. Hilariously bad.
Friday: Party at le Kreger's with Alex, Ellen, and Nathan. Never a dull moment.

Christmas didn't feel like Christmas.
The last day of 2005 doesn't feel like the last day of 2005.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.