i dont know what to say.

i'm just pissed.
i feel like wil francis [i listened to his 2hour long interview on the way up here. it was great. i love that man.]
i'm just pissed at everyone and everything.
tomorrow i'm heading for a freak out i know.
i have to do my homework for monday AND tuesday, including a project cause my dad is making me fucking go to "tryouts" on monday.
and i'm gonna miss 24 so mom HAS to dvr it, or imma throw a fit.
i'm not excited.
and people are just getting annoying. and they need to stop complaining and get over it.
goddamn.
i'm stuck in a hotel room with my parents [kinda dont wanna be near my mom atm.] and i'm bleeding, excessively.
fuck me.
oh, and i wont see the boy until next weekend.
fuck me twice.

surprise zoey!

bowling.
horribly and amazingly.
screaming and eating.
running through the dark.
screaming down the aisles of target.
speaking in british accents.
taking pictures.
singing.
tonight was fun.
new york tomorrow.
hopefully good pictures.


today was an okay day. i like my jeans.

happy birthday zoey.

squash is a pointless sport.
i sang...okay screamed out the words to radio by beyonce with bria, tuesday, and brianna :D it was hilarious. i havent laughed that hard in a while.
THE SIDE BOOB HOUR!
haha i like family guy :]
i have to change basketball teams. my parents are forcing me. :/ and i might not be able to go to BMTH. double :/
i friended zoeys friend sean on myspace. he's adorable. he accepted me. it makes me happy.
i hope she can go to FL btw...she hasnt told me yet.
i wanna see mitch tomorrow. i cant :/
im upset about the watchmen movie. they took out parts i was excited for. :/
eh, nothing really to report/say.
tomorrows a day out of uniform.
wonder what i should wear...

words to choke upon...

for once i just want words to do my justice.
i want to tell JH that she's ugly, and to shut the fuck up.
i want to scream at SC to let me back into her life, and stop acting like i was never her good friend.
i want to shake LS and tell her that she's going to be alright.
i want to slap CW and tell her that she's a fat, vain bitch that needs to go on a diet for a couple of years.
i want to tell PS that shes trying to hard. and to calm down, i will always love her and she'll have friends being herself.
i want to say to KB to break out. be loud. everyone loves her.
i want to yell at the other JH and tell her to stop being a manizing, stuck up, bitch whore. and to go back to her middle school self. she was easier to deal with.
i want to tell YC to chill the fuck out and stop being so pessimistic and mean.
i want to shake MA and tell her that she's not the smartest person in the world, and she doesnt have the best advice, and that it's okay that she doesnt.
i want to jump on MK and tell her that she's beautiful, and she should show it more often.
i want to shake, and slap, and scream at EG and tell her to stop being such a stubborn jackass. and that i can have different opioins, and i can be right sometimes. get the stick out of her conservative ass and at least accept that fact that obama is president, people believe in global warming, i love aiden and think poison sucks. and not everyone agrees with her.
but most of all, i want to scream i love you to MH. and never have him feel unhappy. ever.
but i suck with words.
so all of this will just stay here. on my blog, and in my head.

just sit back just sit back. just sit back and relax.

i'm not relaxed.
i'm never relaxed.
i will only be relaxed when i'm dead.
even then, i'll find something to worry about.



today was just not my day, now was it?



but the boy just made me slightly happier. i've yet to figure out how he does that.

so testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?
i bought my dress today.

http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/store/product_zoom_display4.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524442194179&FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374302028388&bmUID=1234920159424

i hope it fits. i like it lots.
http://custom-masks.com/images/red%20floral.jpg
that'd be a cool mask.

ah ah ah i'm excited.
i need to get presents for liz and zoey. their bday is soon.
i'm sleepy.
o_o

so i'm alive in love.

i am now sporting a silver ring with an oval amethyst? [purple stone] on my ring finger on my left hand. i now have a grand total of two boxes of chocolates, and one is not from my dad or a classmate.
yesterday, even though time was short, was amazing and fun.
i love my boy.
i can't believe he's mine.
♥

yesterday i noticed how much our skin contrasted. i find it kinda weird that i never noticed.
well, maybe i have noticed. i've just never noticed how beautiful it was.
i also noticed how much i love hear his heartbeat. at one point, we were on his couch and i couldnt hear/feel it. i shifted so i could :]
kljaksgha
i'm making myself miss him.

punk? whaaat?

theres something wrong with me.
lately i've been obsessing over like, punk bands, and 80's bands.
i want all this black flag and sex pistols shit all of a sudden.
and a few david bowie/aerosmith tees.
and i want them badly.
especially this one black flag necklace.


i'm not sure which one i want the most. i like them both a lot..
the pick is pretty rad.
i'd probably chose the pick.
i just want shit. and i want shit now.
o_o

it's valentines day. i'm excited to see the boy :]

chelsea smile.



if mary and i can figure out a way to go to this without me getting caught, i just might propose to her.
and i have to see escape the fate wendsday. i'm like, flipping my shit atm.

8 months? what what whoaaaaa.

haha. i love you a lot kid.
you're actually amazing.
like,
actually.
i don't know how horrible last summer/this year would have been without you. and frankly, i don't want to ever find out.
♥

i want hip piercings again.

wtf. i'm very bipolar about that apparently.
today i bowled. gave them 5 dollars instead of 1, making me very poor when i returned to school. i went to chemistry without my binder, and tried to understand how the hell to balance equations. i listened to convocation, i ate lunch, i went to french without my binder [shoot me in the face i fucking hate that lady.] i took pictures with anna/talked with her on the platform. then returned to the commons to talk with anna, audrey, and somewhat red. then i went to basketball [shoot me in the face.] and now i am here.
i need about 6 more pictures by first period tomorrow.
i took 2 pictures of hilarys jacket, i hope they both turn out well. one was of her watchmen pin. the other she was making an awesome "douchebag" pose as she says. i think it was rad.
i might not be able to be with the boy on valentines day. which would be a cruel, unusual, and unbroughtupon punishment. i don't want to see my sister play basketball. i want to be with my boy. dammit.
i need to write summuries of 7 poems, read chapter 7 of all quiet on the western front, and try maybe to study for math, so maybe there will be a slight chance of me seeing my lovely max green and the rest of escape the fate [i highly doubt that will happen. i will cry.]
tomorrow is going to be my last bball game this season. we all know it. we dont say it in front of our coaches, but i mean, this team is undeafted. and us? well, we're defeated. very defeated.
so why would we win?
i just hope we get out fast enough so i can actually do my hw for once.
:/

i swear we spent most afternoons somewhere in the act...

i was happy. i spent almost the whole day with the boy that i love and i was happy. it couldn't get better.
but of course, my mom found the words and the tone of voice to completely negate the good feeling. and now i can't find it again.
i feel like crying.
i hate this.

the accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists...

and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"...and i'll look down, and whisper, "no."

have you ever read or seen something that leaves you in shock? you don't know what to say, how to feel. it's absolutely genius, and absolutely terrifying.
were they right?
does half of NYC really need to die? do all those innocent people really need to be slaughtered by a fictitious alien? is that really the only way that world peace can come about? a made up attack from a made up alien?
who's the real hero of the story? is there a hero?
nothing ends. nothing ever ends.
if it's never the end, how do we know when to stop?

it's too insane. too genius. too scary.
once you realize what a joke everything is, being the comedian is the only thing that makes sense.


parttttttty.

i drank, i laughed, i danced, i cocked blocked, i met new juniors and seniors, i got closer to people, i surprised some people.
cate and grace were insane, which made everything hilarious.
i met car's boyfriend. he was pretty cool.
i hung out with nancy and cassandra, which was hilarious. [especially when car introduced them to the weirdest, drunkest, and horniest guy there, then walked away.]
carlie introduced me to the varsity quarter back from L. he was pretty cool. i also met the G guy who all the black people fawn over. he's not that hot. nancy told him that she heard he had a nice body, but he refused to show us. unless he got something in return. so that wasnt happening. nancy also showed him the blood gang sign, which made him freak out and hit her hands screaming, "don't do that! it's bad!" "he's a crypt." paige told us. then he said no, but my cousin is. then olivia tried, and he freaked again. then she tried the crypt sign, so he told her how to do it wrong.
poor olivia.
she was beyond drunk by 9. the party lasted until 12.
cate put icing on my face, and cate and grace kept eating my cake with their hands.
there were 45min long hook ups, and even longer ones.
a shitload of seniors came with beer, but car's mom saw [they just carried the case in, uncovered. the idiots.] so they got kicked out, but they left some of the beer.
overall i had fun, and a lot of awkward moments, but a lot more fun.
i can't wait to see everyone on monday.
:]