WWWHHHHOOOAAAA...
*breathe in* "AAAAWWGHHHH.. yeah, that's some good shit!"
pause*
steps back into the house, high as a kite*
So, in the process of gathering my thoughts I'm called at 11:30 at night, dragged outside to my friends car to spark up before heading to bed. I can't remember the last day I wasn't stoned, or partly stoned for that matter... (stupid James) Regardless, it's good. After a day like today a joint is necessary, but we'll get back to that later...
Border_Lined isn't quite as serious as she once used to be. For several reasons:
1) Her life doesn't involve getting emotionally involved or worked up over her boyfriend of the hour.
2) She's become a lot more simple.
3) She doesn't have the time to write.
4) She no longer has an audience, which, asides from trying to find herself in the moments chaos, gives her no purpose to write.
5) A lot of things that has happened lately have been things she rather not remember, or too good to write down.
6) She understands censorship! She's finally grasped the concept of "personal life". Exploiting it on the world wide web isn't the GREATEST of all ideas.
But out of all the reasons, I think Border_Lined has just become bored of Livejournal; which naturally just turns intself into laziness. Ironically, a life as chaotic and interesting as my own would want me to write about it...but I don't. Instead, I write about writing. *laughs to herself* (Maybe it's just the weed...)
I owe a 660 dollar cell phone bill due to my *sarcastically* oh so wonderful Chicago trip. Ugh...what a fucking waste. What a waste of my time and money that fucking trip! Now I have a 660 dollar cell phone bill to top it all off. Fuck you Chicago, fuck you!
Then, Good Friday wasn't very good, for me at least. I hit a car backing out of a driveway on my friends street. I had the whole package: Cops came to my house looking for me in the middle of the night, my mother screaming and freaking out in the background, teens in my house partially high, etc, etc, etc. NOT COOL! I almost passed out in my bathroom. I went upstairs to see who was at the door, took one look at the cop looking back at me, flicked the peep hole back down, and ran down my stairs so fast that I don't really remember how I got into my bathroom. *laughs* (Oh Oriel...what am I gonna do with you?) I've been 18 for only a week and already getting in trouble.
The highlight of my day had to be at work. The one place that I dread was actually a place I didn't mind going to. A lady helped pay for this girls shirt that she couldn't afford (I love the random acts of kindness, reminds me that the world isn't that much of an awful place to be in.), and then James came in to surprise me with Cinnastix to cheer me up. It was the sweetest thing in the world! I've always wanted a guy to come in and surprise me at work, and today it finally happened!
Ok, so I give in... There is absolutely no used in fighting it. I am with him - happily. Not to get all mushy and gushy, but James has been one of the best things that has happened to me in a very long time. It's just been taking me time to fess up to it - to everyone, and to myself. Everyone knows my history of ex-boyfriends and the endless mellow-drama so I'll save myself and everyone elses pain of NOT going there. But it's hard. To just say "fuck it" to everything and take a chance at something again. Dating one of you really good friends isn't that bad of an idea. It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "Love at first sight.". Everything and anything can be love at first sight, you just need to stand there long enough to look at it differently. See things you've never seen before. Back in grade 9 I saw James as the typical emotionally unavailable, life of the party, crazy, guys guy who probably wouldn't get serious with a girl until his mid 20's. Well, well, well...instead he got an 18 year old just as serious as someone in her mid 20's. I must say, he's doing a BEAUTIFUL job at keeping up with me. I haven't scared him off yet... A good sign for things to come. [:)]
So it's gone public, it's gone big! *stands on top of the mountain and yells * ORIEL HAS A BOYFRIEND! Now everyone can fuck off and stop bothering us.
To more days like these, cheers!
pause*
steps back into the house, high as a kite*
So, in the process of gathering my thoughts I'm called at 11:30 at night, dragged outside to my friends car to spark up before heading to bed. I can't remember the last day I wasn't stoned, or partly stoned for that matter... (stupid James) Regardless, it's good. After a day like today a joint is necessary, but we'll get back to that later...
Border_Lined isn't quite as serious as she once used to be. For several reasons:
1) Her life doesn't involve getting emotionally involved or worked up over her boyfriend of the hour.
2) She's become a lot more simple.
3) She doesn't have the time to write.
4) She no longer has an audience, which, asides from trying to find herself in the moments chaos, gives her no purpose to write.
5) A lot of things that has happened lately have been things she rather not remember, or too good to write down.
6) She understands censorship! She's finally grasped the concept of "personal life". Exploiting it on the world wide web isn't the GREATEST of all ideas.
But out of all the reasons, I think Border_Lined has just become bored of Livejournal; which naturally just turns intself into laziness. Ironically, a life as chaotic and interesting as my own would want me to write about it...but I don't. Instead, I write about writing. *laughs to herself* (Maybe it's just the weed...)
I owe a 660 dollar cell phone bill due to my *sarcastically* oh so wonderful Chicago trip. Ugh...what a fucking waste. What a waste of my time and money that fucking trip! Now I have a 660 dollar cell phone bill to top it all off. Fuck you Chicago, fuck you!
Then, Good Friday wasn't very good, for me at least. I hit a car backing out of a driveway on my friends street. I had the whole package: Cops came to my house looking for me in the middle of the night, my mother screaming and freaking out in the background, teens in my house partially high, etc, etc, etc. NOT COOL! I almost passed out in my bathroom. I went upstairs to see who was at the door, took one look at the cop looking back at me, flicked the peep hole back down, and ran down my stairs so fast that I don't really remember how I got into my bathroom. *laughs* (Oh Oriel...what am I gonna do with you?) I've been 18 for only a week and already getting in trouble.
The highlight of my day had to be at work. The one place that I dread was actually a place I didn't mind going to. A lady helped pay for this girls shirt that she couldn't afford (I love the random acts of kindness, reminds me that the world isn't that much of an awful place to be in.), and then James came in to surprise me with Cinnastix to cheer me up. It was the sweetest thing in the world! I've always wanted a guy to come in and surprise me at work, and today it finally happened!
Ok, so I give in... There is absolutely no used in fighting it. I am with him - happily. Not to get all mushy and gushy, but James has been one of the best things that has happened to me in a very long time. It's just been taking me time to fess up to it - to everyone, and to myself. Everyone knows my history of ex-boyfriends and the endless mellow-drama so I'll save myself and everyone elses pain of NOT going there. But it's hard. To just say "fuck it" to everything and take a chance at something again. Dating one of you really good friends isn't that bad of an idea. It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "Love at first sight.". Everything and anything can be love at first sight, you just need to stand there long enough to look at it differently. See things you've never seen before. Back in grade 9 I saw James as the typical emotionally unavailable, life of the party, crazy, guys guy who probably wouldn't get serious with a girl until his mid 20's. Well, well, well...instead he got an 18 year old just as serious as someone in her mid 20's. I must say, he's doing a BEAUTIFUL job at keeping up with me. I haven't scared him off yet... A good sign for things to come. [:)]
So it's gone public, it's gone big! *stands on top of the mountain and yells * ORIEL HAS A BOYFRIEND! Now everyone can fuck off and stop bothering us.
To more days like these, cheers!