I had the most bizaar dream the other night: I had moved out and gotten an apartment in San Francisco with Tiana and Chelsea. And the funny part is that it felt totally fine, not all awkward (sp) and off, like we had kept in touch and made this joint decision to move out with each other.
Strange.

Apparently I have to get at least an 85 on my math final... just to pass it with a C. Although he did say that given how low my test average is, he would certainly consider giving me a C overall in the class if I just get a B on the final...

Just Breathe...

I'm glad to be dancing again, and a lot of people are telling me that I'm getting stronger... So why do I find it so hard to believe them? Thank you, mother fucking charter, for that one. I think I'm going to have lunch with the company director/teacher on tuesday, since we don't have classes on that day, and since I never work on tuesdays or ( Read more... )

I really need to make an appointment to see a doctor. My breathing has become so shallow that lately I have to try to take a super deep breath just to compensate for the lack of oxygen. I find myself feeling like I haven't even taken a breath sometimes, like that whole joke about the blonde needing the listening tape to remember to breathe, ( Read more... )

I think I'll be moving out of my house(s) in either a few months or a year, depending on how much I work in the upcoming months... Should be fun/exciting/scary. $700 a month for a three bedroom in Natomas, minus utilities. With Stephanie and her friend Chelsea, who I get along with well. I'm worried, though, that my parents will cut me off ( Read more... )

I made a new (sort of) journal. It will be my primary one, and I may or may not clean out my friends list, I haven't decided yet. I may make it a friends only journal. Don't get offended if I delete you. I will be leaving this one up, due to little gems like this: Read more... )

For all of you who are still in high school: I'm sorry ( Read more... )

Saw "The Village". Very good. I am so disappointed in people, although these people I am disappointed in constantly pepper their speech with "likes" and "you knows". I was in the bathroom at the theater and these two girls were talking about it and the fact that they didn't like that there wasn't much of a plot in the movie. Hey, dip shits, a movie ( Read more... )

I have a policy, dear friends. In this policy, I state that no more will I get any guys number. Instead, he will have to get mine. This ensures that a)he wants your number instead of you wanting his and looking like a stalker idiot, b)you won't face the rejection of him saying no, and c)he has to call you, instead of you haveing to call him. I know ( Read more... )