it's been about a year and a half since i've written in this silly thing, and though i do find it to be 
trivial i also find that i love to read my old entries and relive those feelings. at least if i post once
a year, when i graduate college, or grow old and have children i can look back and remember
who i was and what i was doing. i like this ( Read more... )

wow, i'm bored and it's 1:18 am. what to do....lj my life ( Read more... )

it's weird to think that hopefully in a few years i will be getting married ( Read more... )

i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.

love you. have a good trip.

Things that haven't changed since 9th grade:
I still like emo bands like NFG, Dashboard, Brand New, Finch, Avril, etc.
I highly believe in summer love.
Dinner/movie dates are still my favorite.
I'm still obsessed with my dog (though I have a new one).
I still want to get married young, and grow old in metro detroit.
I'm still in love with chinese food ( Read more... )

this sucks!
blahblahblahblahblahblahblah!
that's all i hear.
crapcrapcrap.
i hate this.
i miss you.
stop being a lameo,
get your shit together,
and love me again. <3

but this is just the beginning
we're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming.
why can't i breathe whenever i think about you?
why can't i speak whenever i talk about you?
it's inevitable we're gonna get down to it
so tell me,
why can't i breathe whenever i think about you?

let's get wrapped in poptarts and sex and see the taj mahal.

lets see whats new ( Read more... )

So somehow you have dug deep into my subconscious
and now everything i do can only be compared to you.
You just keeping picking at me.

Gosh, i miss you.
Stop picking at me.
And please come home.