i, my wonderful whoever you are, am going to memphis today.

with my loverly boyfriend...

... and his parents.

scared much?

toodles.

"... but if i don't break your heart, then things will just get worse."

relient k. woo.hoo. i made this super-depressing CD. and i cant stop listening to it. that can't be good.

i think i'm going to move in with dad next semester and find a job in helena, to pay for gas and all that. i don't know how that will work if me and derick are still ( Read more... )

don't call my name out your window - i'm leaving

so what if your friends think i'm crazy?

your good intentions won't solve your problems

take notice, take interest, take me with you
but all our fears fall on deaf ears tonite

"i would have gone with you to the end"
          -aragorn, FotR

you can count your friends but you can't count on them

no one ( Read more... )

go blow the fucking horn of gondor.

see if i care.

With a heart so viscious, dare you ask what this is. This is so delicious.

p.s. fuck you. : )

do NOT ask me how i feel right now.

when i finally, finally start feeling better physically, i get this emotional up-roar of anger. ohh, it's not good when i'm angry. i'm avoiding the world tonite. oh, maybe not. i might go to sar-rah's after i pick up my room. i should call her. but i'm angry. and she can usually fix that. actually, i want to go ( Read more... )

I feel terrible. Being sick is not cool. I guess it's combination of a lack of sleep, swollen tonsils (according to Mum), a fever, and a slight depression sinking in. Who knows, or cares, what's wrong with me. I just want to sleep all the time. I had a fever all night so that made it pointless to even try to get some rest. And now, Mum gave me some ( Read more... )

I'm cold. Like really really really cold. And I don't think I want to ever eat Pop-Tarts ever again. And I... don't feel well. Still. I think I'm a hypo. And I have to go to Forrest City tonite to take my brother to a skating party that I almost refuse to attend, so... I'm going to have to find someone to hang out with while I'm up there *hinthint ( Read more... )

Sir Freyesenhoward... is dead. Rest in Peace... or pieces... or something.
With his ore (oar) arms and things... yeah... and a flag on his head... and fries for eyes...

These are the things my lunch period consists of.

<333

This may become routine, this thing where I sit here and update my journal instead of getting ready for school. It's not a good thing.

I am a fool. Not a fool of a Took, but a fool indeed.

I hung out with Derick last night. That was wonderful, as always. He stole Lizz's pictures... She's gonna kill me. But should I survive, I might kill him for ( Read more... )