happy birthday, taylor.

It feels like the last week of the year, just less exciting and a lot more sleepy ( Read more... )

I fear that one day I will be in the hospital and my nurse will turn out to be an eLJay camwhore. An ugly one who takes ten pictures with the same pose. While I'm dying, she'll be taking pictures with me in the background. There will be a smile on her face.

Oh yeah. Nothing ( Read more... )

When I am old, I think I will be married to a pretentious and insane writer who is talented but most likely will accomplish nothing. He may even be a chain smoker. We will live in a creaky old house that is some out of the ordinary color. It will have a gigantic garden full of crazy plants that aren't exactly pretty but at least they will not be ( Read more... )

Hrm. What to say. What to say ( Read more... )

I think I may have met the worst person on Earth today. Well, maybe not worst, but she was quite close. The chances of me having a violent thought about somebody are slim to nothing, but it seemed as if I could cure AIDS just by punching her in the face.

Note to self: Stop mentioning STDS.Noticing how much shit people seem to talk about each ( Read more... )

I kind of sort of don't want to be in this play. Partially because I'm really lazy and kind of want to go to a bunch of shows rather than stay after school every day, but something else seems to be there.

Sleep time.

I'm sick with the flu or something of the sorts. This means I did not go to school, which means I am behind... blah blah blah. Either way, I feel like crap and have decided to blame this on my dear friend roastedgreenpea, who seems to have sent me whatever he had. Over the internetThat's correct, kids. The internet is at a new stage in becoming like real life. ( Read more... )

So. SO ( Read more... )