I FUCKING HATE THE HIGHLANDS ON SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.

IT IS MY WORST NIGHTMARE. A WHOLE FUCKING GATHERING OF RAGING MORONS WHO CAN'T DRIVE, BUT INSIST ON DOING SO ANYWAY.

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE GROCERY STORE. FUCKING MORON LADY BLOCKING THE ENTIRE SELF-CHECKOUT AISLE AND IGNORED THE PEOPLE ASKING HER TO MOVE, FUCKING MEAT LADY WHO MADE ME ( Read more... )

Fuck, I'm an idiot and I totally didn't even realize until mid-burning that I was burning a cd for a playlist that had the same song on it three times in a row. Er, whoops. Good thing it's "Join me [in death]" which I personally think is a beautifully crafted song. Anyway ( Read more... )

I am SO not even dealing with this.

If you feel like NOT raining on my parade, check out www.mackenzielee.cjb.net to see my fame [picture of me that i photoshopped that is now on macklee's website as well as their purevolume site]

So. I had a BLAST at Disneyland with Selena, Daniel, and Ori. I just finished making sloppy collages of my favorite pictures. See them

Yeah. Now back to the real world... I have IS projects up the wazoo due Friday. Ugh. Yeah. I wish that trip could've lasted forever, I had so much fun.

/sigh and now the trip is but a tearjerking melancholy

This really isn't ever going to end, is it? That frightens me. To think that something like this could just...exist. without even my being conscious of it. I'm really really afraid of this connection. Like, it's stronger than I want it to be. Sometimes, I wish it would go away. But sometimes, it feels like the best thing that might ever happened to ( Read more... )

Welp, if I can make it through spring without lusting after anyone, I'm golden for the rest of the year. Although we all know I've failed miserably at that a hundred times over already. Per se ( Read more... )

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DisorderRatingParanoid:LowSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:LowAntisocial:LowBorderline:LowHistrionic:LowNarcissistic:LowAvoidant:LowDependent:LowObsessive-Compulsive:Low
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OH! and also in my dream, my mom asked me something like, "so, you got In Design?" and I had never mentioned the program to her or to anyone, it was just written in my livejournal once. and I asked her how she knew and she got all sketchy. Fucked up.

I had the weirdest freaking dream ( Read more... )