24 December 2007


I guess, being as it's close to being 2008, I should make some concrete resolutions. I don't really think I have ever made a real resolution before. I am never motivated enough to make a resolution and keep it. However, for some reason, I am this year.

And THUS: Resolutions for 2008
  1. Exercise on a regular basis & eat healthier.
  2. Save more money than I spend.
  3. Stay focused in school.
  4. Start my novel.
  5. Dress less like a slob and more like a human.

“Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.” – Brooks Atkinson

'nuff said

"You will come to in front of your disappointed parents with a face full of Sharpie and the sneaking suspicion that you've been teabagged by one of Time magazine's 100 most influential people of 2007." —John Clayton Mayer

21 December 2007

17 December 2007

I'm impressed.

I woke up at 11am today, and didn't have my phone with me at all this afternoon.

I only checked it once, at about 6:45pm.

I'm impressed with myself.

That's sad.

16 December 2007

She's not afraid, she just likes to use her night light .

I hate confusing feelings. I hate mixed signals.

I just...I don't know.

I really don't know what to do.

I am just....

14 December 2007

Take that vest off, you look like Aladdin.

Seriously, I have a sad existence.

The following happened:

Mom: "Ed Norton got married, what is he in?"
Me: "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" *basically, dead*
Mom: *rolls eyes* "I said Ed NORMAN. You are pathetic."

I really am.

13 December 2007

That's what I was *TRYING* to do!

I am an odd person. While I was trying to fall asleep when I got home from work today, I was thinking about what I like, and things about myself.

I like to write, read, nap, cuddle, chat about lewd things via the internet (or in person, I'm really not picky when it comes to lewdness), mess around in photoshop (which I suck at. Like, really).

I like music, and movies. I like history, have a slight interest in psychology (but not enough to study it past the basics). I hate math, I hate science of all kinds.

I like John Mayer. I like reading ONTD.
I like dabbling in my novel, penning ideas for my "amazing" movie that I will someday write.

I like talking about my future, what I would do with millions of dollars, having road rage, lusting after Range Rovers.

I also like to bash love and people in it.

Yet, I found myself, before drifting off, realising that's all I really want.

Weird, huh?

09 December 2007

I'm writing your tragedy.

In a fit of hysterics today, I realised that I truly dislike my real personality. The fake one is okay. I act sweet to people I don't know. They think I'm sweet and when I say that I am in reality not a great person, they say, "What?! No way!"

They don't know me. I don't actually know if anyone in this world actually does know me. I'm not sure if I know myself anyone. I cannot distinguish between the fake and real. Sometimes my stories conflict. Sometimes my lies go too far.

I have an inability to completely open myself up and share my secrets and opinions. I judge people, but I cannot stand to be judged myself. I am a hypocrite. I sometimes inwardly cringe at my blatant disregard for people's feelings - even though I know that whoever is the topic of discussion will never hear what I am saying about them.

I would be so incredibly hurt if I found out someone was doing the same to me...so why do I continuously do it?

In other news, crushes are lame. All they do is make me feel badly about myself.


05 December 2007


December 12, 2007 marks an exciting event - the last day of classes for the Fall semester. Exciting, and the grades are definitely better this time around.

I really cannot think of anything exciting/funny to say.

This blogging shit is hard.