After school, lighthouse, after lighthouse, home for thirty minutes to shower, after that, choir practice that doesnt get me home till eight. Then, french, that i never finished because i suck in french, then fall asleep because i've been up since 6 and its after eleven, somewhat angrily ill mention because my phone wouldnt let me call anyone ( Read more... )

"who'd you leave the strawberries out for?"

"You"

"Thuh-ank you... get it? you, thank you, hey i could make a poem with that"

I love my sister.

Myspace rocks, because when it dies and won't display your pictures. You get to play pacman.

So anyone know what the deal is with feelin in love when you're not? Like all that goes with it, all the other feelings, all the other thoughts, and everything else, minus the devotion. Yeah, so what's the deal with that?

If only I could sense motivations so well as I do emotions/thoughts/itches. But then, I would be bored, and probably more unhappy ( Read more... )

Things are never as you would anticipate them. Things that should bother you don't. Things that should not, do. The most insignifiant things heard from the wrong person can just slam down on you like a bomb. And yet it's totally okay for people to put on an act, i guess only because im aware of it ( Read more... )

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I wore my pants, that used to fit. They were staying on this morning, but well, they stretched, as jeans tend to do, so that by this afternoon they were falling off my sexy hiney. Like, I was going up and down stairs to guerra's room and i was pullin 'em up and felt like super hypocritical for complaining about seeing peoples asses. But like, I ( Read more... )

The 7 sins ( Read more... )

Shit bothers me entirely too much. I've always needed to feel liked. I'm insecure like that. Well selectively I suppose. Everyone knows what a critical bastard I am and how hard it for someone to be thought of highly by me. And well, when I do think a lot of someone, I, I just, I need to feel "accepted"? by that person. Somethin like that. ( Read more... )

We got new people. Like 23 in the high school. Theres only like 160 people in the high school to begin with. Most of them were new to the freshman class. We got four in ours. This girl chalin is pretty hott. I'm guessin on the spelling. And theres another really pretty girl in my french class. She looks terribly naive. Shes from orlando. ( Read more... )