A dead end is just an opportunity to take a different direction
My last attempt, as you can see, ended abruptly since I can NEVER keep a journal. Under my bed, I have a box of notebooks that start and end @ random points in the mess I call a life. Mostly, I write when I'm feeling bad about myself or if I have a particularly juicy story. But I'm gonna try to keep this one. But then again, this is pretty much my typical "new journal" speech.
Lately, life has been reallll interesting. I'm doing the whole "getting over the last guy thing". Which I've never posted any Carson stories on here before, because that's from the end of my sophomore year. But hopefully I won't be writing much about him. It's kinda hard because Troy mentions pretty much EVERYDAY that I've hooked up with him, and Carson himself texts me like once a week saying "Let's chill" or "Need weed?" @ 3am. And I don't really get whyy. Because that boy is just way too unpredictable & doesn't know what he wants. I kinda miss the way I felt when we hungout, or when he texted me. Like somebody out there did want me in more than a desperate drunk hookup way. Like he would call me beautiful & shit, but truth be told, I feel better when I ignore his calls and don't text back than I ever did while we were drunkenly hookingup. Because then I'M the one controlling the situation and deciding whether or not to be with him. I'm not a bootycall.
That should be the last I write about Carsonelson. Unless I get drunk & see him @ a party again lmfaoo. ;) Then, it's my decision, not his.
Why am I doing this on a Saturday night? Basically I have no friends, and everyone's out seeing DearJohn. Which I kinda decided I'm not in the mood to see right now, no matter how delicious I think Channing Tatum is. And I think he's VERY delicious. I even have his picture in my locker. Shirtless and sexyyyy. But how can I even be sad about anything? I'm listening to According to You by Orianthi and that song makes me feel so good about myself I wanna scream & dance around, which I actually do pretty often :) hahahaha
I feel like I should enter in some quick stats to start this off, just so I can remember kinda where I was in life if I ever go back and read this. So here goes,
I'm 16 going 17 (baby i'm on the brink). I weigh around 135 pounds. I'm STILL 5'4". I wear a size 5/7. I work @ LifestylesFamilyFitness. I'm a junior. I still don't have a boyfriend, nor have I had one since my last entry.. I don't need a man to validate my self. My bestfriends are Candice, Carson, Emily Wo, Courtney, and Emily. Currently, my favorite song is Riding Solo by Jason Derulo. My current crushession is Sstephen Atttaway because the scabs on his face make him look dangerous and sexyy heehe. I drive a '95 Buick LaSabre, since I crashed my '03 Mercury Sable LS at the beginning of December. My current goals are to have flat abs by Spring Break, and to think more before I speak. I'm reading Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palanhuik (again).I'm playing soccer @ GCU for the second year, & running track for the second year. I'm the historian of Interact Club. AND FOR SPRING BREAK I'M GOING ON A 7DAY CRUISE TO MEXICO, HONDURAS, AND BELIZE! Which is why I need flat abs, duhhh. :)
That should catch everything up. If anyone ever read this, I probably would kill myself.
Lately, life has been reallll interesting. I'm doing the whole "getting over the last guy thing". Which I've never posted any Carson stories on here before, because that's from the end of my sophomore year. But hopefully I won't be writing much about him. It's kinda hard because Troy mentions pretty much EVERYDAY that I've hooked up with him, and Carson himself texts me like once a week saying "Let's chill" or "Need weed?" @ 3am. And I don't really get whyy. Because that boy is just way too unpredictable & doesn't know what he wants. I kinda miss the way I felt when we hungout, or when he texted me. Like somebody out there did want me in more than a desperate drunk hookup way. Like he would call me beautiful & shit, but truth be told, I feel better when I ignore his calls and don't text back than I ever did while we were drunkenly hookingup. Because then I'M the one controlling the situation and deciding whether or not to be with him. I'm not a bootycall.
That should be the last I write about Carsonelson. Unless I get drunk & see him @ a party again lmfaoo. ;) Then, it's my decision, not his.
Why am I doing this on a Saturday night? Basically I have no friends, and everyone's out seeing DearJohn. Which I kinda decided I'm not in the mood to see right now, no matter how delicious I think Channing Tatum is. And I think he's VERY delicious. I even have his picture in my locker. Shirtless and sexyyyy. But how can I even be sad about anything? I'm listening to According to You by Orianthi and that song makes me feel so good about myself I wanna scream & dance around, which I actually do pretty often :) hahahaha
I feel like I should enter in some quick stats to start this off, just so I can remember kinda where I was in life if I ever go back and read this. So here goes,
I'm 16 going 17 (baby i'm on the brink). I weigh around 135 pounds. I'm STILL 5'4". I wear a size 5/7. I work @ LifestylesFamilyFitness. I'm a junior. I still don't have a boyfriend, nor have I had one since my last entry.. I don't need a man to validate my self. My bestfriends are Candice, Carson, Emily Wo, Courtney, and Emily. Currently, my favorite song is Riding Solo by Jason Derulo. My current crushession is Sstephen Atttaway because the scabs on his face make him look dangerous and sexyy heehe. I drive a '95 Buick LaSabre, since I crashed my '03 Mercury Sable LS at the beginning of December. My current goals are to have flat abs by Spring Break, and to think more before I speak. I'm reading Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palanhuik (again).I'm playing soccer @ GCU for the second year, & running track for the second year. I'm the historian of Interact Club. AND FOR SPRING BREAK I'M GOING ON A 7DAY CRUISE TO MEXICO, HONDURAS, AND BELIZE! Which is why I need flat abs, duhhh. :)
That should catch everything up. If anyone ever read this, I probably would kill myself.