this week was good. except i did end up baking chocolate chip cookies last night and ate like a bazillion, and today i woke up and ate a bazillion more and i took the rest to share :) especially with Mr. Muniz, who asked me if they were "special" cookies. i really wanted to say yes ( Read more... )

i passed my driving test!!! and got my licence! there is MASSIVE festivities going on in my head. i was so nervous because i got a big black lady named Corinne with pink weave, and i was scared she'd be hatin'. but she wasn't. i kind of fucked up the parking but she let me get away with it because i answered the hill question right ( Read more... )

"We know today that form is always the product of an inquisitorial process of matter-- the specific reaction of matter when subjected to the terrible coercion of space choking it on all sides, pressing and squeezing it out, producing the swellings that burst from its life to the exact limits of the rigorous contours of its own originality of ( Read more... )

eeeeeeeeeeeeeek can this weekend get any more fun?? i love tequila so much. i realize how dirty and beaner that sounds, but i do. i can also drink a lot of it and not get drunk.

and tacos at 4 in the morning is the best idea ever.

FUCKING ROCKS.

seriously, i don't even know if i'm putting the video on youtube. the chonga video annie and i made, that is. 16 minutes of disaster. and the best part ( Read more... )

today was an A day meaning i had all my hard classes. economics, history, english, spanish one right after the other. well, not really hard. more like intense. Mr. Muniz's AP english is officially the best, and Mr. Muniz rocks my boat. he looks like a mole rat and gives pop quizzes on the colors of his ties. also, we're reading The Stranger by ( Read more... )

"I believe in using words, not fists. I believe in my outrage knowing people are living in boxes on the street. I believe in honesty. I believe in a good time. I believe in good food. I believe in sex."

-Bertrand Russell

i suppose what i miss the most is seeing things in a different light. i feel so out of myself, as if i was watching myself on a screen. it's a different, strange feeling. i want to do so much that i end up not doing anything. sometimes i wonder why i'm not doing things i love to do. there seems to be no answer, except that routine emptyness that ( Read more... )

someone save me.