I have to go home tomorrow afternoon for a doctors appointment and then it's my spring break. I'm not doing much. Seeing the Spill Canvas on St. Patty's Day, going to The Laser Center to see if I can get lasik once I graduate.
I just hope that something happens this week that makes me go wow.. that's it.

I'm starting to get all tangled up in my own thoughts. They're going every which way and I don't know how to handle anything anymore. I guess being sick on top of being stressed out is making me crazier than I would usually be ( Read more... )

Seriously, tonight could have been so much better.
I didn't want to see my sister ball her eyes out because of a damn car trunk. I hate freak accidents.

I just don't know what's going on in my life anymore. I don't know where I'm headed and I don't know who will be around in the next year ( Read more... )

It's 2:36 in the morning. I should be sleeping, but I'm not. I don't know what to do or say anymore. I don't know where my feelings are coming from and I don't have anyone to give them to. I'm just this gigantic ball of emotion at all times and I don't know what to do with it all ( Read more... )

This weekend had it's ups. Mostly ups, with a few awkward dips, but hey, it's forgivable ( Read more... )

My brain is going in a million different directions. I hate it. I just want one thing to go right for me. I want one thing to make some kind of sense. I just want one thing that makes me happy to make sense.

I hate being all hormonal and just crazy and all typical girl like. It drives me nuts.

So apparently I went over my texts by about 200. This is probably from me texting three people. Amy, Pam and possible Chris. Everyone else I either call or talk to via AIM. I have a feeling next time I go home my dad is going to murder me. Sweet. 

I have an insane amount of stuff to write in here. But it's four o'clock in the morning so I'm going to type it out some other time.

I don't need to know any details to know that you are a douchebag.
Go fuck yourself.