'Cause I'm vain and theived it from the wretched facebook. You've may have already seen this, but if you haven't or haven't filled it out, I'd be interested to see yours. If you don't feel like it, cool.

Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 ( Read more... )

I feel semi-creative with my history project. Playing the guitar, re-writing lyrics to a song Mr. York likes, the song the CD's from came out during the time that my lyrics occur, and I think I'm going to have the verses go in the order of the events, which would seem like a well duh thing but if you knew what my topic was (I don't want to say ( Read more... )

I wish I had a bit more childhood. Just a bit. Enough that having an hour looking up things about my creepy obsession and searching for upcoming concerts won't throw me off track. But now is okay. I just gotta stick it out for the rest of-- my life.

edit 10:39 P.M.:
Okay as soon as I posted this entry I regretted the last line. I was going to say ( Read more... )

And I'm not going to take that.

Who would've known that I would go and buy a mother's day gift?
(I felt like asking something with 'Who would've known,' ( why) but I hadn't known what to ask)

It's a Sunday for rain, Coldplay, and you.

'I remember when I used to be into--'

...sort of.

I was going to say that I miss caring. I do care about somethings, plus it's hard to miss something you never really had.
'I guess the truth
is that
I spend a lot of time alone
but in a
cool
way.'

He makes me laugh. A lot. I like boys who do that (but, you know, girls who do, just screw you (sarcasm)).
A lot.

Though there must be something, ( Read more... )