January 2011
43 posts
All of my friends are pretty.
jaylovesbee:
beautyinbreakdownx:
And I’m over here, all like:
ahahah, story of my life.
Following Anessa's footsteps.
She always records her day here, and I’m very interested. Considering when I look back at my old posts, I smile always. So I am now taking a daily picture. Like a diary. Its cool if no one reads it. (: it’ll just be for me.
1/27/11
Finals. Im pretty ms.Chew just absolutely hates me. She would sit me next to the dumbest kids in class. Pretty uneventful morning. I have a baby cusing...
Home is whenever Im with you.
“Jade?” “Alexander?” “Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?” “I sure do, you came jumping out after me.” “Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?” “Yes, I do.” “Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.” “What didn’t you tell me?” “While you were...
Teenage Dream: A Boy’s Perspective
<3...
I take back all the complaining I did about not...
oh, so NOW people know who Mac Miller is. I swear...
See this is the thing about you...
I met someone JUST Like you. Shit, I was friends with him for years. Still am. Im an expert at his actions, and at the same time he to this day manages to get under my skin. Hes witty, abnoxious, smart as hell, but at the same time stupid. Hes highly sexually erm..inclined? and has a love for a good time. Over all hes charming, so people tend to stick around awaiting their “roast”. I...
I dont know how this is gonna work. Im having a...
out of element.
I dont think I’ve ever felt so out place. So I dipped. and as I waited on the cold ass curb, in an empty ass street, pretty damn late in the night… you came out of the house, and sat next to me. Who ever you are, your on a higher level of humanity. Thanks for keeping me company last night. I felt like cinderella, considering neither of knew eachothers name. You talked , listened, and...
the friggen future.
So today I had a conversation with the gossip girls in my chemistry class, and we were discussing the future. In spirit week, we dress like 80s and 70s… how the hell are people going to recreate the 2000s? We keep bringing it back even with our fashion..those glory days. Im like legit scared for my kids. No harry potter!? or Hey Arnold?! or friggen.. the game boy advanced?! this is...
"Just let it out, once. Blog your butt off. Go...
so,
Mac Miller is going to be in SanFrancisco. I dont think its understood how stoked I am.
MOM: "Pinky slept in your room last night." my...
rampage.
In all honesty I dont regret anything, but it lingers with such great strength, that it legitimately freaks me out. I shouldnt have done anything. I feel sick to my stomach imagining my consequences, and the fact that you’d get none. Your probably high right at this moment, drunk, and at peace with yourself. Me, being the girl, I over process every moment. Jesus.. why!?!?! what could have...
For the sake of sanity,
I shouldve kept my mouth shut.
like, three years later..and that shit still...
