Jeremy Feldman called me fat

it hit me hard

um the half marathon was the best experience of my life.  and i'm candice.  i've had some good ones.

list of things that i will try to do next time:

CARRY BODYGLIDE WITH ME.  my inner thighs are burning.  rashed.  bleeding.

DO NOT.  DOOO NOTTT.  TAKE ANYTHING FROM THE VOLUNTEERS THAT IS NOT WATER.  diarrhea breaks added 17 minutes to my time.  i ( Read more... )

i will get one B for semester if i'm lucky ( Read more... )

fuck you, mr. barber.  just like.  what the hell.  he is singlehandedly making me reluctant to continue IB.  well kamka helps but that's a given.  i went into IB knowing about her.  i'm sick of the crazy assignments and how he won't shut up about stupid shit that doesn't matter.  and how he thinks i'm his cousin.  i'm not your fucking cousin, old ( Read more... )

well.  good news is, i don't love you because now that i'm not attracted to you i don't really want anything to do with you.  bad news is... shit that's a bad haircut.  this is the last time i talk about his haircut on my LJ lmfao.  *lisp* i'm so bad ( Read more... )

i suppose i'll follow suit.

things i hate:
laura kamka
the word "skeet"
when boys get bad haircuts
trevor
trevor
feeling unprepared
our surplus of latin american textbooks and all homework from said textbooks
that fucking haircut
people who make really strange dancy movements on the crosstrainers at the gym
when my room is messy
trevor
my bookmaking art project
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where has your glorious hair gone, geishaboy?
my internal alarm clock is going nuts.
i'm going to the gym.

happiness is a choice, not a consequence.

i'll never understand some people.  ever.

ready for school tomorrow, guysss?!?

sucks.  but i'll be glad to see everyone.

download the song i'm listening to.

p.s. i don't accept the fact that people change.  i hate that about myself.

i think i'm ready.
reinstall my heart, plz?

i wish he realized that people who care about him as much as i do aren't going to come around often.

i think i'm gonna sit the next few months out... once again, i'm done.  and i wish i didn't care.