Gone, she's gone ( Read more... )

I'm very sick, and in absence of my real journal. I really wish I could find time to write, I'm really tired, and my eyes are awfully heavy. I feel like being frivilous, like Daisy, like planning Laura's party, and smoking ciggerates in the cold laughing with my girlfriends. Or trying on ridicilously expensive jeans. I'm reading White Oleander. ( Read more... )

It's almost six on a Monday night, the day has been, well a day. A Monday. With a few strange surprises. But now I'm just kicking having some me time before homework. Of course school aside, what surprised me most was the intensity of feelings I got while writing today. A flood back to July, for a paper I didn't even think would get that. It was ( Read more... )

I'm should completely and utterly be doing my homework right now considering I have to work in 2 hours. But I just can't. It's junior year and I should be cracking down, instead I'm longuing around my house with a million things to do. Fuck, I really didn't want to be like this today. This is stupid. I don't feel like writing, why am I?

RAWR. And so It begins. My third Livejournal..of all time.