well, well.

school starts tomorrow.

i am crazy nervous.

but c'est la vie.

the price of a child is going to destroy me.

as is that math.

annd now i'm going to go..

shower.
read.
do math.
figure out what to wear/bring tomorrow.
worry.
read some more.
and sleep.

ohman. this is insane.

it's been nice knowing you, blogdrive.

I DECLARE THIS DONE WITH.

REJOICE!

it's late, it's late.

today i went on a six hour boat ride and was told i "rooked mahhvelous."

tomorrow i have to read an entire book and do a million math problems.
ohh, what fun it will be.

i don't know why i haven't turned emeril off yet.

i can't believe steve irwin died. that's like.. IMPOSSIBLE.

i also can't believe that school is in two days.

but whatevs. there’s nothing i can d about that.

going to go read the rest of walkabout now.

great.

goodnight.

ah god it's late.
or.. early. whatever.

i really have no idea why i'm still up.

arr. feeling ugly, feeling ugly.

i have white jeans though.

my dad can be really cool when he's not yelling at me.

i am in desperate need of a shower.

and music videos on the-n need to stop being so fucking annoying.

we're seeing the lion king tomorrow.

and amanda is sleeping over the next day.

whoot.

i have to read two books.

and i don't want school to start yet.

i hate second guessing myself. especially since i've been doing it since we got our acceptance letters.
but there's no use in complaining because it will do nothing.

i'll just have to hope for the best.
and keep in touch with people.

i want it to snow. i want it to be christmas.
i want sledding and hot chocolate and scarves.

badly.

oof.

i don't even know what that oof was for.

my mind is a confusing place.

you know this.

wasting time, wasting time.

yet another pointless update for you to be disgusted with.

:]

it's late.

and raining.

and i just looked through an urban outfitters catalogue and an h&m magazine [yeah i know right] and am now feeling rather low. pretty people make me sad.

parents are driving home from atlantic city.

they sadly did not win a hundred thousand dollars.

and i've been updating way too much lately.

deal with it.

being sick is not cool. especially when we don't have any orange juice.

i need to figure out a way to make money. quick.

i think tomorrow i'm going to go to h&m and get that pair of jeans that i held and come home and watch movies such as chicago, rent and elf. wrapped up in my giant, blue, fleecy blanket. ohh it will be good.

now i think i'm going to go through my clothes and everything and find stuff that i don't want that i can sell.
or maybe i won't. i dunno. it's kind of late.

and then i'll read.

and then i will sleep.

pointless update number forty seven million.

thank you.

and goodnight.

gooood evening, chicklets.

today was grand.

i downtowned it up with zoey for quite a long time.

and we ate. and shopped. whoo.

hahahahaa pantsuits and cher.

and indian food and mom-mom.

and that nurse costume. and it was seven dollars and zoey bought it. she should have gotten the shoes too.

and there were SO MANY really ugly and completely insane shoes.

and it was REALLY windy.

annnd everything else fantastic.

now it's degrassi reruns and relaxing.

oof. i don't like being sick.

mehh.

have a wonderful night.

byee-oh.

Sometimes I really wish that the songs would all go out of my head. Turn down the volume. Mute. Let them escape. I wish i had control over when they were there and when they weren't. Finally have some silence in my mind. Because then I think my thoughts would become more pronounced. My creativity heightened and my writing more profound. But since I cannot make the songs dissipate, I'll just have to think twice as hard.

Five hundred entries. :]

Happy September!

Today was:

Chirstmas songs.

Downtown.

New clothes.

Computer.

VMA's.

And now i really should sleep.

Tomorrow is:

Downtown with Zoey.

And any other surprises that may come my way.

Goodnight. :]

Oh, P.S.

Come over here
All you got is this hot grill
Youve been using it since yesterday
You can cook all you want
Everybody does yeah that's okay

So slide over here
And give me a burger
Lets hope its not raw
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know
Its been on my mind

I need food tonight cause I am hungry
There's something about you, food
That makes me full

How do you feel
I'm hungry
What do you think
Can't think at all [Cause Im just so hungry]
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna eat some food

So slide over here
And give me a burger
Lets hope its not raw
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know
Its been on my mind

I need food tonight
Cause I'm not sleeping
There's something about you, food
That makes me full

How do you feel
I'm hungry
What do you think
Can't think at all [Cause Im just so hungry]
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna eat some food
How do you feel
I'm HUNGRAYYYY.

What do you think
Can't think at all [Cause Im just so hungry]
Whatcha gonna do babe
Gonna eat some food

So slide over here
And give me a burger
Lets hope its not raw
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know

So slide over here
And give me a burger
I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know

Its been on my mind


yessss.

Hello, peaches.

Currently my self esteem is rather low. But whatever.

Saw little miss sunshine today. Brilliant.

And went out to dinner.

Came home, watched degrassi and computered it up.

That was my day.

Tomorrow is downtowning it up. Nice.

Early, but nice.

Please don't tell me that school is in eleven days. Technically ten.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

I think I'm going to be copying files for my dad. And I'll get about twenty dollars a file. SCORE.

Well alright. Enough of me wasting your time.

Cheers!

I'm a confusion and a contradiction.

I'm perplexing and strange.

I don't even understand myself sometimes.

I don’t know about this. It seems a bit too… emo? for my liking. Or something. I dunno. But I kind of like the style of it.

Writing can help. It’ll pass.

Zoom in on the cluttered bedroom floor.

Zoom in on the stained carpet and writing on the walls.

Cue girl.

Cue tears.

Enter: thoughts of when everything was pretty.

Enter: uncertainty about next year.

Pile, Pile, Pile.

Swirl.

Crash.

Zoom in on her tear stained pillow.

Zoom in on her paper hands covering her face.

Turn the volume up on the silence.

Turn the volume up on her quiet breaths.

Tiptoe past her parents sleeping.

Careful not to creak the floorboards.

Cue a softy played sad, sad song.

Enter: nothing.

Zoom in on her now clutched knees.

Zoom in on the empty space beside her.

Pile, Pile, Pile.

Flood.

Break.