bought a cd. flew a kite. rolled down a hill. drank hot chocolate. worked at work. slacked off at work. watched how to lose a guy in ten days. watched part of secret window. watched opening credits of ten things i about you. procrastinated. copied. read. slept. wished the school would catch fire.

seat warmers make me uncomfortable.
i cannot wait for my first paycheck. there's so much music that i need.

it's called franz ferdinand. it's also called the boy i sit next to in that one class. or la la. or lindsay lohan. or gold digger. or any number of other things that i say i don't like, but i really do. i don't know why i do this. but i do. and now you know. but don't tell.

got off four hours early! tres sweet. that's right, i said it. but have to pick up poor kevy at ten or whenever. then back tomorrow...but no work thursday! wow. it's completely ridiculous how my life now revolves around my j-o-b. shorter hours next week, thank god - o there i go again - but no relatives next weekend. i was so looking forward to it ( Read more... )

why is it that i feel so much better when i fly a kite?
and does anyone else feel like sophmore year was better?
and don't tell, but i'm going to the dodgeball tonight. and then i will definitely have filled my school spirit shelf for life.

what do you even say?
what could you say to make anything even remotely ok?
nothing. that's what.

ps.perspective.sucks.

ugh i dont even know anymore everything seems like too much too much pressure expectancy i cant take it and i want to run away and maybe i would dammit if only i had a car but i have a job now and lost but i cant go to europe because im responsible but not quite responsible im mature but nearly mature only close to never its not what they want and ( Read more... )

I want a lover I don't have to love. I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.

big glass of chocolate milk. the good kind. yum.

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The Cure Shares Your Taste in Music
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