I'm so sorry...I promise you I'm trying, it's going to take a while for me to get used to this, its really hard for me to get close to people...thanks for putting up with it. I promise to make it worth it. <3

man oh man have I grown up? theres times like these where I'm so used to my extreme mood swings that I really dont know how to accept the fact that I dont suffer from them anymore...confused? let me explain; being at home, with nobody to hang out and nothing to do usually leads me into a weird manic depressive state, specially during the fall, I'm ( Read more... )

i just read something that amanda wrote about relationshisp and it struck a chord. For the past year i have been living life relentlessly and carelessly, being a happy lush with my best friends, partying and dancing the night away in the city of sin til i dropped. My nights usualy ended up with one of the boys i was having pseudo dating situations ( Read more... )

I just used my livejournal to fill in some information on my Naturalization form...whoever said this was a waste was way wrong!!!!

ughh ughh i detest it. I must adjust again. So I'm back from outtaspace. not really, only the most beautiful and amazing country in the world but thats neither here nor there really ( Read more... )

its like time is suspended, and everyone was allowed to be as lazy as one could possibly be...or more, almost a competition to see whos lazier. Last night was a lot of fun. i thought of ourselves as almost elitists. Blake's cousins kept on approaching me (as i'm sure they did with all sorts of females there that night) and I didn't find it ( Read more... )

I'm a lush. an alcoholic perhaps...so i went out yesterday and met up with ms. katie black, an interesting encounter, brought back a lot of those fuzzy feelings from high school i had forgotten long ago. we went to the grove, played beer pong and i ended up swashedfaced. I woke up drunk still, with the same attire I was wearing last night, and ( Read more... )

my heart is broken in so many pieces I cant begin to fathom how I'm going to put it together...it actually hurts, its in pain.....fuck fuck fuck I knew this was going to happen but I didnt predict it was going to be this bad...I want to go...HOME

I'm leaving New Orleans in a week...people keep on asking me when I'm going to return...and it breaks my heart that I dont have an answer....I don't want to leave New Orleans. I'm going to be really fucking depressed for a long time. As if it isnt bad enough that my falls/winters are usually my low stage anyway ( Read more... )

I hate fuckers
I hate crazy bitches
I HATE FINALS WITH A PASSION
I hate marketing
I hate school...

I love my fam for coming to grad and taking care of me
I love crawfish and oysters
I love my friends for being so supportive
I love drinking.