Go to sleep my little baby. Go to sleep my little baby. Your momma's gone away and your daddy's gone to stay, didn't leave nobody but the baby. Go to sleep my little baby. Go to sleep my little baby. Everybody's gone in the cotton and corn, didn't leave nobody but the baby. You're a sweet little baby. You're a sweet little baby. Honey in the rock ( Read more... )

The room was bright and filled with all the things she didn't want to feel. Her mood was dark, cold, and bitter. She didn't want to think about anything. She felt numb. She wanted to go backwards in time. Not to the beginning of the year but to the beginning of her life as most people had seen it. She anted so desperately to relive and rethink what ( Read more... )

I will re-state what I said in the last post: I never update in this lj.

I should be sleeping.
But I'm too high on life (and veggies and coffee) right now that I can't sleep.

Wow. I never update in this one.

If you didn't aready know, my other name is Carouseldreamer, which I update a hell of a lot more than this one.

School is fun.
I'm tired.
I need to do work.
I heart Laura Hudson.
I miss Megan B.
And Megan P.
And Heather K.
And everyone who went to college.
And other schools.
Like me.

( Got bored )

God, please help all of the people in New Orleans. Please make them okay.

Save Cafe Du Monde.

Oh my Goodness. I hate this part of the country. I think I've seen two hurricanes get anywhere close to Jersey in my life.

This is one effing ungodly hour.

Not much to update about. I suppose I'm updating for the sake of updating.

I need to get more Brush Ups.

And the sweater I'm wearing is cute...

( Quiz stolen from Lauren Kelly )

Not much new on the homefront.

Got a new bathing suit, which I will use in apporximately fifteen minutes.

And I'm becoming addicted to the sandwhiches at 7-11.

Okay...

Schedule fixed. Good. Got my books. Got my schedule. Got papers on clubs. I'll probably do soccer this year.

Going to see Vaudeville Sunday.