i learned one very important thing from school. something useful and practical and fun. here, i'll share it with you ( Read more... )

it's not about the love--it's about the freak dancing.

i really thought they were butterflies, but maybe it was something i ate.

how utterly pathetic is it that i'm still not over him?

how completely stupid is it that i actually saw them kiss for the first time tonight, and it just killed me?

this is ridiculous.

money sucks.

can i just say... that i loved that game when i was little? the one where you shot like ducks or rabbits or something. and there was that huge plastic gun.

was it actually that ginormormous? or was it cuz i was like 3 when i was shootin' up that pond?

i am going to wellesley college.

sometimes i wish i had no secrets.

i can be a fantastic liar at times.

no time.

my first sordid love triangle.

she wants me, i want him, and he wants her, the same her who wants me, and we're back to where we began.

it's strange to receive a letter from yourself.

but it's nice.

to remember what you've tried to forget but now you've finally gotten over.

to see how different you are.

to realize how much the same you are.

to get $20 that you sent yourself.