je ne sais comment je peux vivre.

Hahaha.
I totally forgot about Live Journal until I had some new friends bring it up.

Lacey, femme virtuelle,
si proche, belle, intellectuelle,
lointaine, un sucre fondant,
une réminiscence, un présent,
un échiquier intelligent,
la grâce de la femme qui ment
elle a tout, elle est tout,
Lacey, tu me rends fou;

People writing me this...Eloi, I love him.
I have high expectations for college.

Two entries in one day...
That's how you know my life is highly climatic.
Val said it's like, watching a real life American version of Degrassi.

It's strange to think that the feeling of being stabbed in the back would be truly unforgettable, but...I forgot it.
Until today, of course.
I'm ready to move to Boston now. :)

I wonder how I assume that I am just little miss "all grown up" but as soon as something COMPELETELY adolescent that is shitty happens. I get all jostled around, don't know which way is up, and I put all of the important things in my life on hold ( Read more... )

Nothing is wrong, but it feels like everything is.
The passion is gone.

Does it ever just feel like the world is ending?

Nate, you and I have another thing in common now.

How does one begin writing an apology with such an irritating headache ( Read more... )

6 months on CHRIMAS BIATCHES.
The cristening has began. Talk about feeling skanky, Val.
Everything is due on Friday and I'm not going to be at school. I'll be cheerleading.
It runs my life.
Someone help me with my audition video.

I learned a lot yesterday

Look up:

Extraordinary Rendtion/air torture
Hafsat Abiola (most beautiful woman I have ever met)

Things I already knew that if anyone really does read my journal should also look up:
Invisibile Children
Darfur
Schools of America