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Beetlejuice!
Beetlejuice!
Beetlejuice!

So here I am... eugh. I keep making all the wrong choices. Making all the wrong moves. I'm supposed to be helping myself feel better, but it seems I'm making choices that fill me with regret. It's nervewracking. Everything seems to be moving in fast foward and I can't think straight. I'm running in circles, and it's giving me a headache. This is ( Read more... )

Dear Brian ( Read more... )

Ugh. Okay. My mom has been diagnosed with diabetes. Which totally cancelled out the awesomeness of me getting my button pressed by Mike. I was so excited about it. And then BAM. Hey, my mom's sick. Fuck that. Oh hey, what's even better is that I'm at risk. Fucking wonderful. Life is one lovely fucking cup of tea right now.

DO IT R I'LL MURDER U ( Read more... )

I haven't painted in a million years.
I haven't gone to a show in a million years.
I haven't washed my hair in a million years.

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The most beautiful photography I've ever seen.

Oh my goodness! Gwen Stefani's new album is terrible. I downloaded it and expected something better than this mediocre pop fiasco. She even collaborated with so many good artists. Argh. Terrible. The song "Crash" is like.. an 80's explosion of bad pop & hip hop with red all over. And it's like in every song she's telling us the album title as if we ( Read more... )

So my mother's un-suspended from work now. They even did an investigation. It was preeeettty crazy. I'm glad that's over. My fucking dogs are sick and L.T.'s paw is injured. And my mother won't take them to the fucking vet. Argh ( Read more... )

I hate not having more friends my age. I hate being "sheltered". Everyone I got along with at MMHS lives too far away and the charter school people haven't called me yet. I'm listening to Thursday and feeling sick to my stomach. I think it's due more to emotion than anything else. I just feel so stupid and juvenile. More my age. I guess all fifteen ( Read more... )