Do you know what sucks? Having a good hair day, no, a GREAT hair day, and no one being anywhere around to see it. And I never have good hair days.

I think I'm the last person alive. No, I know I'm not. But I don't know how Will Smith did it. If I were really the last person alive, I'd peace out early on in that game.

Why can't I break away from this livejournal? A part of me is certain it's time to let go, yet I still find myself drawn to it. Is it the need to display my emotions and rantings for all my lj friends to see? A larger part of me is worried that I just crave attention, pity, anything.

I'm not desperate. I just need to break out of this.

This is truly, my worst week ever at school. I'm just waiting for the bomb to drop at home, too.

I'm quitting Zea for good tomorrow, and possibly the Melting pot as well. I don't know where that will take me, but I need out. I can't live like this anymore. I'm even beginning to think I'm fat again.

Please God, just let me get through this

It's only been a week, and yet everyone seems to have been ready for a three-day weekend. I myself didn't think I needed one; I've had no real workload yet. However, I soon came to realize that a three-day weekend was exactly what I needed ( Read more... )

This semester is going to kick ass ( Read more... )

I need someone to sell me their Incubus ticket. Or kill someone who has one and give me theirs.

And I need the cd.

There's a reason why I don't do fat nights anymore. Christmas, you will be the death of me.

Oi, an eating disorder is looking like a healthy option right now.

I love Thanksgiving. I ate and then slept all day, and watched my brother play video games. The next day I had work, but later picked Lauren up from the bustling beehive that was Lakeside mall. We ate cheeseburger mac and made fat ass cookies. It was sweet ( Read more... )

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/TV/11/15/simpsoninterview.ap/index.html

hahahahahahahahahhaaaaa.

I hate America.

I realized today, in a deep discussion with Jonie and Krispy, how much I took public school for granted. The fights, the drama, the friendships. I ate so many bags of Zapp's potato chips in high school. I miss that. I took for granted the pregnant girls walking across stage, the hours of classroom time spent with all my brothers from other ( Read more... )