February 2010
I am easily forgotten.
Apparently. This is the second person who can’t seem to remember that I exist. With feelings and everything. So weird, I know. Who knew I had feelings?
January 2010
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"Who the hell knows what you mean when you don't...
No tipsy texting tonight. SUCCESS.
I enjoy Robin’s kick backs. She, Ian and Amanda are cute hosts. And everyone else is really chill. Except for creeper chain smoker. Seriously though, half the night he spent outside smoking. And when you went out side to hang with him, all he talked about was smoking. He was also very rude at first then quickly became creepy. Creepy as in ruffling my hair,...
Is anyone else having trouble sleeping? This fucked up sleeping pattern seems to happen to me in intervals. I’m tired as hell. But I just. can’t. sleep.
Fuck this weekend. I just want it to be monday so I can eat wangs with sarah. I want to eat a bazillion wings for only 25 cents each, dammit.
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Loveliest day I’ve had in awhile. Before I left for school, I opened a letter which informed me that I am a finalist in Photographers Forum’s Best of College Photography 2009 contest. And I am going to be published in a legitimate hardback book with my name and my photography and everything. I grinned the entire drive to the west campus. Frightening other drivers on the road. Class...
It's really funny when people think they're full...
(via thebeautifulyouth)
Words my fingers won't type.
I keep typing and backspacing and now I’m just going to be ballsy and say this shit I want to say. Because I can. Because I feel like cyberspace cares. Because I secretly hope the people these are directed towards stumble upon this pathetic blog and read it.
Firstly: Kiss me without hesitation dammit. I could see it in your face, you know you wanted to. Just fucking kiss me. I’m sorry...
PUPPY CAM! This forever will make my day.
txtsfrmlstnght:
(630): You put a nerf gun to his head and demanded him to take you to taco bell..
Frozen grapes. Need frozen grapes now.
"Dear Robin,
We went bucking. It is 7:17 in the.. AM!! Angela took the blanket because hers is still M.I.A…. in action. But she’ll bring it back.. Your cat tried to eat my feet. We lub you! Lub lub.
- Kathy and Angela”
Tipsy texting never turns out okay. I’ll prepare myself for being avoided for my act of desparate attention.
I just want to sleep in my own bed. My cold, empty and uncomfortable bed.
I feel bad for leaving Robin’s so psychotically early. But we did leave a note.
Watching Middle School Confessions. Since when was middle school so intense? Smoking pot? Get shwasted? Sex in the back of cars? You’re 12. You’re fucking 12. Puberty hasn’t happened for most of you. Puberty won’t be over until after you enter high school. Are you kidding me? I’ve never seen so many mc hammered 12 year olds.
I’m baffled. Really fucking...
Wait what?
Tornado watch? Really though? This isn’t kansas dammit. Arizona doesn’t know how to deal with this shit.
This photography class is intense. At least, a lot more intense than I thought it’d be. Nevertheless, I really dig the instructor and the way he feels about photography. I was repeatedly told the course is challenging. I can’t wait to improve my technique. I can’t wait for large class critiques. And I can’t wait to actually make a decent print. I feel like I’m going...
Leaving now for class. Driving in the psychotic wind during rush hour. Don’t get to leave class until 10:30, probably will get raped in the parking lot.
Pray for my soul.
Time is moving so quickly today. And I’m not amused..
Feel good anyway.
Not sure I want to do this.
So, what do I do instead?
