I rarely ever write in this journal... For the most part I've only succeeded to record my highest and my lowest moments... Not so much the in-betweens. Well, I'm feeling very in-between right now so why not write an entry ( Read more... )

Random questionaire!
0. What is your name? Tricia
Patricia Mae
1. Nick names? Stealthy Squirrel/Trish/Squirrel/Loser
Trish/Tricia/Panda Bear/Tricia Bear
2. d.o.b.: 05.18.88
May 18th 1988
3. Age: 16
19
4. Sex: dudette
Female
5. Where do you live? in a house
Santa Cruz, CA
6. What school do you attend? Evergreen Valley High
UCSC
7. Siblings? 2
2
8. Pets/animals: 2 ( Read more... )

I've gotten pretty good at Rockband & Guitar Hero. Tracy, Aly, Meg, my papa & I played for like 6 hours on Easter. Papa Bear even sang for us !! It was hilarious when he was trying to rap to "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys. Hahaha ( Read more... )

There are two types of people in this world -- the Predator & the Prey ( Read more... )

1. NO SLEEPOVERS. I can't stress this enough. If you're just fuck buddies, get the deed over with & leave ( Read more... )

Why can't I seem to get past all of this... Why can't I seem to get you out of my head ?? All the pros & cons lists were worthless... No matter how the cons outweigh the pros, my heart can't seem to let you go. All the letters that started off angry, somehow ended up in sadness and nostalgia. No matter how I try to hate you, no matter how hard I ( Read more... )

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair ( Read more... )

There is just WAY too much unnecessary drama going on in San Jose for me. Honestly, it makes me want to never come back. It seems like no one can get along. Why do all the people I care about the most seem to hate each other ?? Is it me ?? I don't know what to do about any of this anymore. It almost seems as if it's no longer worth the time or ( Read more... )

I can't sleep ( Read more... )

"This house is haunted, but not in the way that you've always heard it said.
No dusty attic, no razor teeth making camp beneath your bed.
But I've heard them walking late at night, the twins of confusion & regret.
And they share the stories of things that I have done that I'd rather just forget."
Sherwood "Never Ready To Leave"

I know I've said this ( Read more... )