My dad and I "went on a date" tonight. That basically just means we went out to eat. We didn't talk a lot for one of two reasons. Maybe even both reasons. (a) Because I haven't exactly had a relationship with my dad since ever, I feel awkward telling him things I would normally tell my mom. With him, I am constantly trying to think of how I could ( Read more... )

( happy, cute )

so many things have gone wrong since i've moved here. its either superstition or intuition that leads me to believe i made the wrong choice. the problem is, i cant tell which one it is.

if acc doesnt let me go to school this semester i want to stay with my grandma in florida.

but what i want isn't important.

Sent to this earth, you were saved through the ages for this day and time.
Child of great worth, child of promise, daughter of the divine.
Pure and holy, in a little white dress, you were held in a circle and you were blessed.
And the father looked down and the angels surrounded that place.
They knew the truth, all that you could do, and you will too ( Read more... )

1. name:
2. birthday:
3. place of residence:
4. what makes you happy:
5. what are you listening to now/have listened to last:
6. do you read my lj:
7. if you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:
8. an interesting fact about you:
9. are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
10. favourite place to be:
11. favourite lyric:
12. best time of the year:

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i've been tagged.

1. i bite my nails, thats an easy one.
2. everything i own has its own specific place. sometimes i wont read my books because i have them so decoratively layed out on my shelf.
3. procrastinationnnn.
4. it takes me at least 3 days, after i've done my laundry, to decide whether or not i want to fold my clothes. its really a battle.
5. ( Read more... )

i hate how my dad talks to me. i hate how my dad looks at me. i hate how he pats me on the back. i hate how he wants me to go away. he doesn't know me. he doesn't want to know me. he doesn't even try. but he's real quick to reprimand me like a child. i am so hurt. maybe its childish to even worry about it. i need to move on from the idea of wanting ( Read more... )

( 2005 )

dear friends,
       guess what i'm in austin. i love getting christmas cards from people in the mail and i love getting meant-to-be-sent-through-the-mail letters handed to me, from cute people.
       one time, in 7th grade there was this girl named lana duncan. she was very overweight and people didn't like her because of it. people laughed at her ( Read more... )

this morning, as I was doing the dishes and baking brownies before school (cause I normally do those types of things early in the morning?) dorothy walked in, sat on the counter, and said "Aly, I'm sorry I've been such a jerk this whole time ( Read more... )