i'm soooooo ashammmed of myself... i did so BADLY on the writing sectionof the SAT.... i'm supposed to be good at writing... i did really well last time, now what do i do?

i'm finally on my coffee low and it sucks.

fucking keck ruined my life. how can i go to college if i cant do math? they never taught me any of this fucking shit!

was feeling sorry for myself because of the stupid essay and i ate too much chocolate. i think i might barf.

i love how my dog pretends to kill things. she takes her bone to the middle of a room and then backs up and pounces. Then she repeats. Then she chews it up, until she's bored. Then she hides her kill for safe keeping. Her favorite hiding places are next to the fridge or behind the rubbish bin in the study.

something weird is going on. its like i've been diagnosed with a terminal disease and no one wants to tell me. so instead they buy me lots of things to make my last few days happy. a computer, a puppy, 6 bottles of olive oil, 3 things of orange juice, a box of chocolates. maybe i'm going to die tomorrow. (by the way, while olive oil and orange ( Read more... )

bloody fucking senior page... stupid computer... what the hell are scratch disks... fucking scanner just do what i want you to do. who the hell is going to fix this. fucking thing

today is bittersweet. today was so chillingly cold that i began retiring my sundresses to the back of the closet. good bye sunnydays of my childhood. when i next see you i will be a legal adult ( Read more... )

bought the muse cd.. am now happy

so remember when i said that senior year wasnt that bad and i could very well be a second semester senior already? i take it back. i take it back A LOT. so fucking much. i hate sats, just to let you know.