so let's recall the weekend ( Read more... )

last night Alyson pulled my finger...

and I farted.

"Ya gotta run the race to win the prize"

My Cathy is getting married! kick ass!

I can't freaking wait until next September.

"The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice"

why does everyone in my family have to fucking suck. especially my mother.

you know, if someone beat me with a mace than dipped me in a vat of salt water, I'd be ok with that right now.

I am 18 years old, about to enter college, and I have a new obsession. It's not alcohol, not drugs, not sex, but The Doodle Bops. Yes, it's a Canadian show, and yes, it's meant for kids under the age of 7, BUT I'M IN LOVE ( Read more... )

dude... Friday night was freaking SWEET.

We had fun fun fun until Sam's mom came and woke me up with a death threat.
Even that was awesome.
My friends kick ass.
So does my sister. Because she talks to fruit flies and names ice-making machines.

Now I have Melissa Ethridge stuck in my head. Awesome.

"It's only fear that makes you run."

So after a year of deliberating, I finally decided on what kind of tattoo I'm going to get. A "Little Bug". Hur Dur ( Read more... )

Well, today was graduation. It was interesting. Nothing more, nothing less.

Tomorrow we have to go to school to get our diplomas and what not. I think I'm going to ride my bike to school, just because I've wanted to do that like all my life, but never did.

I need to get back into my fencing jive. My butt is loosing it's firmness.

"I am what I

Graduation is tomorrow. Toot toot.

Hanson Rocks. Thats all for this post.

"We've gotta change our point of view if we want the skies blue.

I'm like anxious, and I have no idea why. It's 11:30 at night, I just got back from work, and I want to go out, but I know that I'll never get up tomorrow morning to do the damn newspapers. Freaking lazy newspaper boy ( Read more... )