I didn't plan on updating this for awhile, waiting about a month or at least until I was out of school for the summer and update my previous post and tell peeps about my summer plans. But ( Read more... )

I haven't realised how long my LJ has been a roiting piece of the waste known as the internet (no seriously, internet is half the reason I'm probably failing, damn thing is distracting) until I checked my actual journal part. I always have my friends page as my homepage, but I never check my main page cause, well, I tend to know what I say usually ( Read more... )

I think I have bad luck. Seriously one of the first things I do once I get home is fall down in the Old Navy Parking lot and skin the shit out of my right hand, knee and side of my fuckin face. So much for acne being my only problem on my face, damn ( Read more... )

I think I should update more in this thing. Just to get out anger and shit. I mean, I kind of feel bad for who ever out there goes "oh boy, Calla updated!" only to find out its just a long painfully shitty rant of college, life and humans. But I'm not seeing many alternatives, I could keep a journal but thats just not me. Besides, last time I did ( Read more... )

I saw this thing rotting every time I came online (its my homepage) and I've just been feeling guiltier. My question is why do I feel guilty over something that I only do for myself? Whatever. I've had enough with questions, Philosophy has turn my brain into rot and I can no longer think. Kant, damn you man what the fuck are you saying ( Read more... )

This is a poem.

This... god, I love this poem.

.....EKKKKAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA! *rolls around in circles*

That's the first time he has ever, EVA mentioned someone's work being a poem!

AHAHAHA! I'm a writer bitches, move out of my way!

*head explodes from to much praise from professor*

So I'm now sitting in my room watching RENT by myself and I'm noticing this is the first time I've watched it by myself. Its nice not to have to worry about singing on key and embarressing myself in front of others. I can just belt out without whatever lyrics I want and I don't need to care about tune. But at the same time it seems kind of hallow. ( Read more... )

Don't you ever wish that you could just cut out some part of your body? Ya know, pull out your brain when you feel it pulsating like a drum, pick off your nose when its running like a fountain, pluck out your eyes when you get that glassy stingy residue on them? Yeah ( Read more... )

Haha, Disney songs and Musicals making dinner conversations ten times better.

:D

Just thought I'd let ya all know.

Oh yeah, and David Bowie's crotch. Good times, good times.

First semester. First cold ( Read more... )