I feel like if I don't write about my spring break somewhere I am going to forget about all the shit I got into last week. Maybe I want to forget, maybe I don't, either way, it should still be recorded ( Read more... )

There are certain, very specific things that I want accomplish and experience in my life. So I've concocted a short list that I will be adding to here and there until I'm satisfied and can't think of anything more. Paper always ends up getting lost, tossed or spilled on so I felt Livejournal was a safe place to keep it.

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My hours take forever, my days go by pretty slow, but my weeks and my months are flying by. When I actually decide to sit back and smell the flowers they'll all be wilted ( Read more... )

Haha, my god, The Real World is so fucking retarded on closed-captions.

I hate being tickled. Actually, I secretly love it. I hope someone tickles me to death someday, at least I'd die laughing.

I never realized how different I was 2 1/2, 3+ years ago. Reading back has certainly sparked memories, many of which, needless to say, I wouldn't have minded completely forgetting about. But it was all a part of growing up. As "happy" as I claimed to be in 2005, it was trash compared to the present 2007. Despite situations with friends, parents, ( Read more... )

Go to this website and click on 5 or 6 words that describe me! It will take like...30 seconds tops. Then you can make your own! :)

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Fran+DePalma

i've been working everyday (at oakland hills and with my dad), trying to save up for school (and a new car). i've been having way too much fun lately, and after a night of puking my brains out and dangerously hitting on one of my best friends i plan on never getting wasted again. i've omitted all greasy foods from my diet and it seems to be working ( Read more... )

I think I'm the only 19-year-old in America who doesn't own an iPod.
I want an iPod, pronto.

i was taken aback by the most beautiful woman i have ever seen today. i was working at oakland hills. she came up to my desk slightly flustered, while proclaiming to me in her exotic accent that her son-alex-who-is-a-caddie-just-got-his-$1500-bike-stolen-and-wants-to-talk-to-the-manager. she was so nice about it. didn't even mention what the ( Read more... )