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No no.
NO NO.
NOO NOO.

This is not okay.
McGraths not coming to fest,
that's one thing.
Barry+ co., that's another-
and quite closer to home.
JAKE NOT COMING TO FEST,
SUCKS ASS.

Today,
is not a pleasent day.

I'll be hard to forget; Good or bad I'm just a habit; Good or bad I'm just your habit.

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School's over.
And except for math, I'm pretty pleased with my grades overall.

So now it's summer.
This week- I have NOTHING to do.
Natta thing.

But NEXT WEEK-
camp :].
With a whoooooooole bunch of hot, college, guys.
I'm elated.

Saturday- I'm going to see Vampire Weekend with Gabs,
I'm even MORE excited for that :] :] :] :] :]!
That's going to be FANTASTIC.

Ooh, and last night I became cinematically satisfied.
I saw Indianna Jones 4 and the end of Sex and the City, which I had previously missed.


Life, in the most general of terms, is pleasent.
  • Current Music
    Scar That Never Heals; Jeremy Fisher

You will always be alive.

Nick being a jack ass is in some sort of perputual motion cycle.
I'm really starting to resent him and everything we've ever had.

I'm writing about my Uncle for english class,
which isn't helping my general dispostion.

It's Mother's Day, and Karla is throwing my mommy a party-
which kind of makes me feel like a bad daughter.
But at the same time I know that my mom is really pleased with her presents,
and that Karla is a MUCH better cook than I am so I think it's mostly for the best.

  • Current Music
    Ageless Beauty; Stars

You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead.

Wowza.

It's a tipsy-turvy world out there girls and boys.
And right now, it's a good one.

It's happened.
Finally.
Like... 3 years in the making,
NicholasEdwardFrancisBaldini and I,
are in a honest-to-God, furserious, relationship.
And so far,
so really really good.

Kindof.

Mostly.

But right now,
he's finding out about my past.
And I don't necessarily want to tell him aaall about it,
just the most relevant stuff. [coughJakecough].
It's awkward, but really kindof very important to me.
It's nervewrecking as all hell though.
Which is why I think I haven't called him in the past two days...
even though I really should.
And really want to.

Especially since the last phone conversation I had with him,
was the best phone conversation I've ever had with him.

*Sigh.*

Oh yeah,
also-
the parentals found out I've been partying again.
And they have yet to come up with a suitable punishment.
But it's going to be "creative" and "have a lasting effect".
Which is SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF ME.
I'm really hoping I don't get grounded right now,
'cause I really wanna hang out with Nick,
and will die if I can't see/talk to Laura Powell.

To be continued...
  • Current Music
    No Goodbyes; The Subways

You sink into my clothes.

Things have changed.
The world revolved,
revolutionized,
spun around,
and then went around the sun,
therefore- things have changed.

My stance on Jake stays the same,
and is working nicely.

Matt...
not so much.
He's deffinitly still a cutie,
but I don't think I'm intrested anymore
(apparently he's a MONDO man whore... and could potentially have diseases I am not prepared to deal with)

So basically,
things have changed.
  • Current Music
    I'm So Sick; Flyleaf

Remember that one time... yeah it just happened like five seconds ago.

I feel like a bee.

Mon- Fri,
camp.
I HATE 8 YEAR OLD PRINCESSES!

Thu,
baby-sitting.
Where Eathan was surprising pleasent,
even though he wouldn't let me teach him how to play guitar.

Fri,
Becca's party and HARRY POTTER.
Becca's was nice, even though I only knew like four people.
I got kinda lonely sometimes but I made a new friend, 
and a creeper stalker.
Harry Potter was SICK.
Riah was there, and *surprise!* so was Arianna, Emily and Theresea (sp?)
it was cool to see them outside of camp.

Sat,
work.
FOR SIX LONG, TERRIBILY BORING HOURS!
Buuut,,
I now know the kinda cut boy that works at the booth across the ways name...

Today I wen tto some antiquey dealamabobber.
But I feel like right now I really just wanna go play guitar.
  • Current Music
    Nowhere Man; The Beatles