Thursday, December 31, 2009


Yes, that's right. I am at home blogging at 11:14 New Year's eve.

Well, I had several plans.
But, shit happens.
I'm not going to waste my time thinking about it.

I guess I have a lot to do. Making lists. And goals and such.

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d s ;oyy;r noy tofovi;pid/ niy ejsyrbrt/ o hirdd o kidy jsbr yp dsu yjod s;; piy ;pif/ o ,rsm o lmpe o fofm
y trs;;u dsu oy. niy o lmpe ejsy o
, ytuomh yp dsu/

hahah, i actually said stuff. i just moved my hand one space to the left.
i should do that more often.

i don't even remember what i said. i'll probably blog again within the next, 40 minutes before the new year.

new decade

it's almost here.
i feel the rush coming on.
the time before,
the anticipation.
the new year/decade is hours away.

i know it'll be what i make of it. i hope it's good.
i really do. not just for me, but for everyone around me.
more for everybody. i'm trying to be less selfish. lol.

today starts something. or so i'd like to hope. and, it's not just, starting a new year for me. with a set date or not, i would've picked today to actually start.
to, finally, go somewhere.
or, at least that's what i'd like to think.
so, things i need to do today.

vaccuum the carpet and floor.
take a shower.
do my hair and makeup.
find two adorable outfits,
one for my job interview,
and another for new year's tonight.
i have like, 12 dollars left. maybe i'll buy a shirt. hahah.
and then new year's tonight.
oh boy. 15 hours and 59 minutes.
let's do this.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009


that's pretty much what i fell like right now.
new year's eve is tomorrow. i know of plans i could have, but, my friend's haven't invited me yet.
i don't have any new years resolutions. because every year for the past 16 years any resolution that i've set is more like a wish on 11:11 that i just expect to happen without doing anything. so i'm not going to set resolutions or make wishes or dream anymore. i'm just going to do. because i'm wasting away my life.
I'm 16 and have done nothing that i can remember so far. If I really want to be remembered, I think the first person to remember me would have to be, well, me, right?

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Friday, December 25, 2009

our own secret garden

i found this lovely photo on flickr.

can we disappear here for a while?

maybe you'll find

christmas was okay
i'm grateful

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

nobody reads my fucking blog

but i honest to god don't give three shits.

my toes are cold. It's almost Christmas.
I want to get shit faced on New Years.

Story of my life.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Where to run,

Christmas in 3 days. I still haven't done all of my Christmas shopping. It's 12:16 and I'm not out of bed. The sister's are sleeping, and the dogs are outside barking.
I guess it's time to go get shit done.

Another thing, I wish people respected my tweets. You know? Like, the people who read them, actually like reading my tweets, and they laugh. I don't know. I guess that's every twitterers dream, right?

Enough being miserable. Enough. I'm done.
(: Shut up, that was not a fake smile.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

I love you

And I've missed you my dear blog.
I just got my computer back. Along with my lovely laptop.
Everything is gone though. Nothing is on here.
Okay, I can be okay with this. I will be okay with this.

Fall asleep with the windows open.

Sunday, December 13, 2009


Well the boy just pretty much dumped me. We weren't even together to begin with, but I guess we were in such a mature relationship that we can be like adults and be friends once you give me no reason to break it off...
HAHA. Or, we can fight for no reason, and you can end up talking shit about me like all of your previous relationships. Why couldn't you just know your subconscious mind from the beginning? Why didn't you just let me know I was the rebound girl. Why did I just have to be another solvable math problem? simple solution.
I do admit that was rather poetic.
Speaking of which, I wrote a short poem. That I'm proud of. Even though it's a little,...different than what I usually write.
If it kills me from the seventh floor, just drop me from the twenty-third. At least I'll fly before I die. At least you'll see my smiling face before you realize you can't take it back. Before the red burns your eyes.