Kiss That Motherfucker Goodnight.

You fail at being human.
Your bestfriends a fucking joke.
I can't even say one good thing about you anymore.


I've never felt so strong.


"cause when i fly solo i fly so high"

Everyones always packing my bags,
Just throw another Godamn dart onto the map.

I need to find the trick to scaling these walls.

This weekend was really really good. I am a freebird, I fly.
(until I am stoned to death)
There is little that seems to come between me and what I want.
I want to call my dad its his birthday.
I wonder if he knows its his brithday.

I'm searching for something,
What?
I couldn't tell you.

Mannn, I couldn't be feeling better right now.

I got a phone date with Bobby & Sam in a half hour, and its so freaking awesome to talk to old freinds. Fuck dat, just friends, not old anymore.
Allie picked me up and her Casey, Jeremy and I got free frozen yogurt, and a pie! (Thankyouthankyouthankyou Elise!) Jeez, seriously could anything be better?
I'm ready to wash away shit that doesn't matter.
Stupid grudges? Gone.
Deminished relationships? Recovered.
Unless your one of those treatninalikeabigjoke people i'm so down for a new face, old friend, new face, new friend.

I'mm so excited for this weeeeekenddddddd.
I wannaa limp away from it!
I wanna be soo wornn outt I can't see straight Monday at schoool.
HIT ME UP.


I post alotaaaaaaaaaaaa freakinggg blogss ah!

Free Cheese

Wow, what a good day today was (:

It wasn't as warm as I had hoped but a lot of good times were had.

Went to the harbor with Donalld, Bam, Tails and myy lil Zacharyyy.

Haven't seen him in too longgg so it was goodgoodgood.

Cheers For:

• Ducks
• Bacon Pizza
• Nsync, Good Charlottle, BSB, Phill Collins
• Starryy colorfull cars
• Free cheese for no reason
• Petting dogs, but not really
• Cosmic Brownies
• Dryer vents on the chilly streets

And above all greatgreatgreat peopleeeeeeee!

Finnally hanging out with people that DON'T suck!

Not to mention school was good too, minus detention!

I love our little morning crew.

Luster Lost.

People mean less, and less. I don't waste my time with anyone's indifference. I couldn't tell you who really matters anymore, WHO has become irrelevant along with WHAT because I create nothing.
Hey motivation, light a spark up in me.
I just sleep the day away.
I'm happy,
I'm half dead.

I'm trying to be a trooper.

Friday was good. Minus school. I volunteered to have my piece critiqued by the class because I needed the presentation points. The poem previous to my critique was titled "I Hate You." It was a mindless stream of consciousness filled with dull language, and countless cliches, and the entire circle talked about that piece for a good ten minutes. Mine came last after a very well written portion of a short story (kudos to you dude) and the room just fell completely SILENT... After a lot of awkward glances, the critique ended with my teacher continually trying to convince the class that it was a strong piece.
"So we agree this was a strong piece correct?" She must of said it three times before someone decided that the most intelligentt criticism they could muster was a grammatical error in line such and such and said nothing further on it, no praise, no polish, no nothing. I'm not sure exactly why this happened. Regardless I've lost all faith in any of their abilities to write or critique.

Today was good. I woke up early with a bloody crusty nose, but very happy. Even if the latter part of last night was a little crazy with my mom I'm glad we worked through it and got on good terms before we both passed out. She also listened to my ideas for my new project and she seemed really into it, which is always good. My little Delilah was the first thing I saw and heard. She was all kindza meowing because shes fat and always hungry. Shes gotten a lot better
(aka mad lovingg meee)
I spent the day with my family roaming through antique and consignment shops, and getting crazy like we doooo. We also went to a pet store and I met a really adorable bunny with a lot of personality who really enjoyed nibbling on my sweater. Tails picked up some siqq treats for our little sugar gliders and my aunt bough some fish that she nearly killed later that day when she slipped and almost broke her face on the pavement. My mom cooked me dinner and talked to me about college, and huge stuff it was good, made me feel more comfortable about it all. Then Little D (Delilah) wore my ass out playing with her. Its 11 on a Saturday night and I'm ready to hit a siqq movie and pass out.