new journal. ask me if you would like the name.

I spend every weekend with the same people doing the same things in the same places. This isn't to say I dont love my friends, it's just saying that I feel I've fallen into a routine and I'm trapped in it with no way out. It seems I have no reason to get up happily looking forward to each day because I already know exactly how it'll end up. I use ( Read more... )

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A week is a long ass time.
I'm already lonely.

License!

Also, I just made a sweeeet Placebo mix tape to keep in 'my' car.
AKA the MINIVAN.

I definitley fainted in school today...

on another note, Mrs. Loeffler is very nice.

right now...

//sore throat
//moulin rouge!
//painting
//honors paper
//coughing my lungs out
//about to dye my hair
//i definitley need some ice cream

i took a personal day today. i enjoyed it. you would have too.
my brain is cluttered and i need to sort my thoughts. this is the only way i know how.

Let's all get high in the dentist's office.

I had this horrible dream that Ian moved. And I was sad and I cried because he moved about an hour away.
Oh wait, that wasn't a dream.
I'm gonna really fucking miss him.
Why doesn't he have the internet?
That could definitley save me from withdrawl.
Shiiiiit, man.
I didn't even get my final goodbye.

I think I'll make a list ( Read more... )