today i got blood taken away.

temperatures this evening seem to be warmer than usual. the air is very dense and moiste. marjauana makes one an onlooker, retarded and sluggish compared to the normal speed of the real world passing by. but even before that started, something ( Read more... )

aw dang bitches! what is this sheaatt we're second smester seniors and that means we don't needa do NOTHIN you fucggn teachies tell us. mmkay hoes and bitches and bizzyaznaches and whores ( Read more... )

today was so BLAH. like, the way the great plains would feel on downhill skis. i'm happy though. my self esteem has been shot down and my feelings have probably been hurt, i havn't decided yet, and winter is such a drag. but DESPITE all the BLAH things that happen, i wnat to laugh and run around naked with those long flowing dance ribbon things. ( Read more... )

i might have missed a deadline for an important scholarship appication ( Read more... )

You scored as Art. You should be an Art major! How bohemian!

Theater
100%
Art
100%
Journalism
83%
Psychology
75%
Biology
67%
Philosophy
67%
Sociology
67%
Dance
58%
Anthropology
50%
English
42%
Linguistics
42%
Mathematics
33%
Chemistry
17%
Engineering
17%
What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
created with QuizFarm.com

Wait; my cell phone has been found!!!! Such a relief. But THEN oh yes but then what happened next you ask? Tune in and I will share ( Read more... )

my brand new razor cell phone is missing.
i puked.
she's single again.
i lost a $100 gift certificate to jasmine sola.
and a $20 bill in the same envelope.
i hooked up with doug trasher.
the next night i was on cole's couch. is that acceptable?
i told people things and i'm not sure if they remember or not.
it's snowing.
i feel very ill.

Days are getting progressively more grim. That night, several nights ago, was the dawn of end. I appeared at a lake; there was a familliar fiendly lifeguard there to greet me. After a wave, I dove in and swam closer under water, approaching to tag her leg. Something grabbed back. decieved by the touch, I suraced to find nothing and despite my ( Read more... )

she chuckled when she lied saying she wasn't doing drugs again. that was the story she told about questions asked due to previous suspisious. but like her, i suppose i face interrogation. truth is overrated. tracing highway routes into the carpet with my toes, they spirt a trickle of blood staining the path and trailing my steps throughout the ( Read more... )