this morning started off very badly. i felt ugly and my legs looked gross in my skirt, so automatically i was sad. then i left at lunch and went home to lay out in the sun. it feels like summertime already...and when i showered i picked a happy playlist from mix tape #1, which was appropriately named summer. yay! i can't wait for the next four ( Read more... )

man. i know how to pick them. because james really is a winner. and i love him. and he brought me a huge, beautiful bouquet on sunday and the model airplanes his grandpa used to have. what a sweetheart. ghrligharligtralhtahg. this weekend was takes the cake as THE BEST WEEKEND OF ALL TIME. although it's sad because each morning when i ( Read more... )

white bikini number 5?


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i either need to:

a) start dancing again and get exercise

b) go on a diet

c) stop eating all together

or d) all of the above

because my mom is constantly telling me i'm getting fat.

...and it's true.

him: you're going to hawaii? take me! we could DO IT in hawaii!
me: hahahaha
him: come on, i've never done it in hawaii! have you?
me: no...i can't say that i have.

so i'm leaving tomorrow (today). i'll be back sunday night.

my stomach hurts.

go away.

you know i'm depressed when i'm eating more than two bowls of ice cream a day.

him: I couldn't be like oh I had sex with your gf and I don't really like you
me: hahaha
him: I wanted to tell him though

everything has just been extremely fast-paced for me this last week. it was the ever-famous hell week. consisting of hours on end spent at the studio and sherwood hall. posing little girls for pictures, working with them on steps to the music, trying to get them on and off stage nicely, trying to remember all the steps of a routine, perfecting ( Read more... )

i don't care how lame i may sound.

but a text message just changed my fucking life.

i had to lean on my sink for support when i was brushing my teeth.

wow.

i dont even know where to begin. i half want to kill myself and half want to hug myself and cry. no. scratch that. i seven eighths want to kill myself. it just...it hurts so fuckin bad. i don't know what to do. i do know what to do. i know what the right solution to this equation is. x IS greater than y. the problem is that i'm less than ( Read more... )