pretty college girls with tongue pierces.

Alcohol.
Hotel rooms.
People talking and having fun.

Any and every disgusting blank face robbed me of my blue eyed friend.
: (

bye bye baby

It's hard to find/invent/think up a name for my blue eyed integrity.

What's a really pretty, sad(?), but uplifting song?
And, Amazing Grace is not an option, you saps.

It's for a funeral/memorial,
for a girl to sing,
accompanied by piano or guitar.

[And Thanks to anyone who has any ideas. :) ]

i have had an epiphany

why can't i stop being dumb and ditzy?
why can't i stop being loud and annoying?
why can't i stop being an attention whore?

i really need jack to tell me.
it would probably be some sarcastic response that i would be too dumb to understand though.
or something completley sensible that i chose to not have as an option.

is regret something i will grow out of with maturity and age?

or do i just have to be a "strong person" and get over my past... because i can't forget the past. it's who i am. but i can't let it mold me.

or.um.something.

how fucking messed up was i last night?i just had a flashback:im sitting on the floor in a bathroom, dan is putting a bandage on the cut on my leg. jen is trying to stop the bleeding on my thumb. three or four people are at the door watching. i can hear voices, but i have no idea what they are saying ( Read more... )

I got so shitfaced.
vodka+beer+weed+jen
i don't even want to talk about it.
It was fun, in it's own fucked up hilary-way though.

According to the host of the party I win the award for drinking the most and being the most fucked up.
i am a party animal. ha...ha...ha...

blah blah blah. something something something.
she came, she saw, (she reacted,) she conquered.

you fucking cunt.
who are you talking to?
myself? i'm not exactly sure to be honest...
you're all kinds uv freaky
i love myself.