I spent the weekend at Dylan's. He wrote a song about me! He's going to write out the lyrics and give it to me for my birthday. I thought it was so cute ( Read more... )

Today I got my hair dyed. Now it’s a much darker brown than it used to be, and I love it! My hairdresser diffused it after he washed and cut it, so now it’s really wavy. It feels much lighter. My split ends are gone too, thank god ( Read more... )

I speak in decimals and dollars/I am the cause to all your problems/Shelter from cold/We are never alone/Co-ordinate brain and mouth, then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out/I wish I knew. - Brand New

In other news...I need a fucking scale.

I'm so tired. And I miss Brandon ( Read more... )

My stomach hurts so much I could fucking pass out ( Read more... )

Today I finally overcame trying to fit the world into a picture frame.So last night was fun. Me and Dylan went outside and smoked when I got there. Mal told me it satisfies your cravings for food. It made me cough a little but eh, I can get used to it, lol. After a while we went back up to his apartment and talked...and then, well, didn't talk. It ( Read more... )

I seriously miss Dylan so instead of having freinds over today, I'm going to spend the night at his place. He's only working during the day, until around 7, so that's good. I'm going to bring over my Spill Canvas cd because there's this one song that I want him to hear, Sunsets and Car Crashes. It's so beautiful and it reminds me of him. Hmm, it's ( Read more... )

"And I thought, this was what it was like to be beautiful. The tug of eyes, pulling you back from your flight to the target. I was in two places at once, not only in my thought, my aim, but my bare feet on the dusty yard, my legs growing stronger, my breasts in the new bra, my long tan arms, my hair flowing white in the hot wind. He was taking my ( Read more... )

I wrote this a few hours ago. Eh it sucks but oh well.

ConfessionsI must admit, sometimes I wish I could part these lips and tell you everything. But something would get left out and everything amounts to all the things I hide from you. I have a death wish inside my head, I have a scale under the bed. You have shelves full of happy books and pages ( Read more... )

Maria can't come over later. She and Jess are spending some time together, which is cute. Instead I'll just hang out with my mom's friends who are coming over to swim and eat dinner.

This is a poem that I just wrote.

( Gold teeth and a curse for this town * )