Last night Ashley took me out for my bday since she couldn't make it on tuesday. Stephni came out too. I got so disgustingly hammered that I don't even want to think about it. I have an awful hangover. Kinda want to die right now.

Today I am 21.
Happy birthday to me.
I went out at midnight to dooleys.
Some of my closest friends completely blew me off.
I really really need new friends.
I should probably just move away and start over.
So far this has been a pretty miserable day.
Total opposite of what I expected, besides the hangover.
I want to crawl into a hole.

Facebook really sucked me in and in order to get away from it, I'm going to start updating my journal again ( Read more... )

Well its been a minute.
I updated my deadjournal today too.
I don't know what force is driving me to do this.
It may be the ridiculous pictures Stephni posted up on spaceface.
So much has changed since my last post.
I won't get into it.
Lets keep the happy entries going.
Time for hummus and juice!

RIP Uncle Mike.
I'll never forget you!

Kalamazoo is kalamakrazy.
I just paid off some car insurance and now I'm broke.
I'm missing central/western weekend because of it.
Whatevaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Its been a while ( Read more... )

Right as I started to get worried about things... BANG ( Read more... )

SO a late continued birthday story.
Zach took me shoe shopping and bought me a sexy pair of boots.
Joy took me to Olive Garden and presented me with a bounty of tobacco.
Ashley bought me a cute shirt with happy vegetables on it.

I'm going home tommorrow for thanksgiving.

There goes another wasted year. Right out the window ( Read more... )

I am a big mess.
My life is falling apart.
I thought I knew what I wanted when I wanted it and was in control.
I'm starting to realize I'm not and maybe I never was.
Do I do anything for me?
Is this all what I predicted or hoped for?
Do I ever hope for anything?
Currently I have no goals for the future.
I want nothing.
I don't want to be here or