I had an entire journal entry written. About highschool starting next week [and how I am not going]. About Caleb starting school. About me wanting to be a fake room mom. About patience and perspective of a man like Job. About Shreveport. About how amazing Carly is. About how amazing Fat is. About how amazing they are together. About how I talk to ( Read more... )

Dear Brandon Dixon.
You my best friend. You are my heart. You are my protector. HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY. I love you so much.
Loveeeeeeeee,
Blair.

Tell me something pretty. Anything. I need to hear about something pretty.

( Simply put: BADOW. )

It is my turn, now.
I need to get things right.
In so many senses.
It's my escape for everyone else.

...I am unsure of return.

Oh, by the way, I am driving to New Orleans tonight for the show. Does anyone want to ride with meeeeeeeee?

I would like to shout a big grow up to everyone.
Get over yourselves, think of someone else for a change.
Not everything is about you.
Thank you, and have a good day.

Today is lame ( Read more... )

...sfklhsjklhjsfklhjsfklhjs;lfhsfhkl!
MY DAY HAS BEEN LISA LOEB ANDDDDDDDD B*WITCHED.
DANCE WITH ME?!?!
omgzzzz.

letttt the funnn begin.

It's really hard to hear such things, but even harder to hear them from you. As if, when you say it, it's the ultimate truth. And I know it is, I just...sighI am looking forward to Little Shop more than you can imagine. I want to relive it so badly. Infact, I wouldn't mind reliving from that time until now. My senior year all over. Last summer, ( Read more... )