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Disney Grad Nite tonight.
woop woop.
Fall Out Boy is going to be there.
woop woop.
The Class of 06 Owns You.
woop woop.

I'm flirting with disaster. I'm doing all the things I said I never would.

And I am absolutely, positively loving it.

Isn't there ANYONE out there in the fucking universe NOT looking to take advantage of me?

ANYONE?
ANYONE AT ALL?

I hate shit like this. Hate it, hate it, hate it.

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The scholarship reception wasn't all it was cracked up to be. That was to be expected, I admit. I'm now a thousand dollars richer than I was yesterday. That's all that matters ( Read more... )

My creative arteries are clogged with emotional cholesterol. Once again, I've been dumped on the doormat of a huge life lesson and all I can do is spit on the mat, kick the door and glare at anyone who dares to watch. I feel as if I'm trapped inside one of those wheels people put little, fuzzy critters in. I just keep spinning and spinning, ( Read more... )

Hooray. I finally have a SCAD web account (though I can't do squat with it until May ( Read more... )

Frickin' Frackin'.
I woke up at three o'clock AM.
Now it's five o'clock AM.
And I'm going insane, insane.
I really wish my eye would stop twitching.