On 10-11-2006 (which means I was 17 years old, and more than likely dating Mario at that time)
I posted the following journal entry:

"Ever feel like...
...spreading your arms out and spinning until you fall down just because you feel so good?

I feel like doing that until I can't get back up.

=)"...Basically, like letting yourself get so high ( Read more... )

I've been getting comments from my friends about how I have this broad array of different people in my life ( Read more... )

You are forever confusing me ( Read more... )

So for the past year my friends Uncle for some reason has felt the need to be all up in my business on myspace, and I don't have the heart to tell him to piss off because he's one of the only people to ever buy my artwork before... but for some reason, despite how rude he always is towards me, I still open up to him. I'm not sure if it's because I ( Read more... )

To my surprise and disappointment, this year already fucking blows.

To my surprise and disappointment, this year already blows.

...spreading your arms out and spinning until you fall down just because you feel so good?

I feel like doing that until I can't get back up.

=)

I have the worst eating habits when I'm depressed...

Yesterday, I had a pint of cookies-n-cream ice cream for lunch, and had half a sandwich for dinner.
Today, I had half a muffin for breakfast, a happymeal for lunch, and then I had a single roll of sushi for dinner....at 10:30pm...
Chances are that I probably wont eat anything ( Read more... )

So, just to update on my life...

School is pretty decent, overall.  My schedule is lovely, and I have so much freedom because of Dual Enrollment.  I practically own Student Services, or so it feels like.
My college classes are easy enough, so far.  I actually have the guy that's in the Cady&Cady ads (the one from Fleming) in my US Gov class.  He's a ( Read more... )

I miss old friends....

And Casbah nights.
And other various drives out to Jacksonville and St. Augustine, or just around OP.
And coordinating who would pick me up from my window to sneak out late into the night, and bring me home at 4 am.

And waking up in the same arms I fell asleep in...

And ignorance.

Open windows still give me a ( Read more... )