I'm broken

it sure is convenient that I now have my license and my own car... except for the fact that I CAN'T use it when I want to, even when the time is still considered "reasonable." fuckers.

--save me--

is everyone working on valentine's day?

suddenly I'm in another rotten mood. she'll be the DEATH OF ME... where the fuck are my radiohead cds? or even my yeah yeah yeahs cd. blah

my favorite (gap) jeans are officially dead. it's a sad day for me. we had our ups and downs... they will be missed. flower arrangements and $ympathy bling will be accepted at the ledge beneath my window.

*sigh, now I'll never get a boyfriend.

I hate being bitter... particularly when there's no real reason for me to be. eh, I'm just a big bitch. I need a change

with the loss of a friend, we should all violently masturbate while crying in a loving tribute... it's the only way to show that yr truly mourning.

tonight after stopping by ross (to be sexually harassed), I went to half price books and bought KRUSHGROOVE and the graduate.

so, who wants to be my valentine?

(my dad said "titties" tonight, I laughed so hard)

I bought snack packs for english tomorrow... hopefully it will make up for a shitty presentation. I don't like snack packs...

on a more exciting note for me at least - my sister said she might go to coachella with me. I like the glimmer of hope, at least she gives me that instead of totally ignoring me.

last night ended fairly well, but I'm tired as hell today. I know that Melissa was just ITCHING to do what we did last night and though I didn't want to, it was amusing. you know, for a smart kid - you're a very bad influence ( Read more... )