he'll always be mine.

Extended vacation was necessary.

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 04:59:01 GMT

Last updated 210 weeks ago. Needless to say this is long overdue.

oh yesh.

Sat, 21 May 2005 16:40:29 GMT

Fri, 20 May 2005 02:13:21 GMT

So it all started when ashley picked me up from my house....

on the way out of my driveway, these two dropped by to say hello. YAY FOR SURPRISE VISITS.

liz and rae were on their way to cheerleading.

yeah, i'm gay.

then we went to leos...

headed on over to churchwell's to eat it.

victoria, claire, ashley... and I sat around eating and reading churchie's song lyrics.

wait, its almost O.C. time guys. GET A CHAIR BITCHES. nina n ally.

so then we did. ali n vic are cute.

victoria and her man decided the floor was more appropriate.

intense plot twists...O.C. style.

and it's commercial time.

best friends do it better. Me and ash. ;)

worth a 1000 words.

Wed, 18 May 2005 00:25:43 GMT

dear diary, today my teacher decided we should have class in the cafeteria. We split up inorder to attempt to complete a group assignment. The vending machine was too much to resist. We attacked said vending machine with what little change we could salvage from our purses, pockets, wallets and random individuals. At one point the machine wouldn't give us our sun-chips, we were disheartened, but finally they fell to their gloomy doom and into our stomachs. However, backing up a little bit, there was that period of time where chaos and panic fell upon us...the moments when we were forced to cope with the reality that we might have to suffice with only the cheddar flavored sunchips and forgo the priveledge of having both original and cheddar. One can only imagine what emotional anguish we experienced during the minute and half that our crunchy carbs were dangling in the middle of the snack dispenser. In order for this grave fiasco to remain a one-time-deal, I believe we should purchase more innovative vending machines. Hopefully, these new contraptions will prevent other students from enduring the same agony we all faced today. Please and thanks, Mallory.

greer, fishman and i decided to take a picture of all our food because we're fat and we love it.

i dunno. in the counseling office this morning.

wait, ally and i dancing. DANCE DANCE DANCE.

blurry, but still cute.

rachel and kyle. a face is worth a thousand words rach.

whitey is a pimp. me, ryan, ally.

she's cute. this is random, but whatever.

awww i wufff you.

wait, i look like a man.

WAIT, kacey with the big underwear in tj max. AHHHH.

me kissing ally.
MY FAVORITE.

whatever. picture entries are better.

Tue, 10 May 2005 02:48:56 GMT

marisa n jojo in the hallway.

cliff n vicki @ hookah

liz n baker lookin cute at school.

vicki, ally, me n ali at hookah.

ally, caite n liz in the lunch line at school.

jon in newspaper, i think he took this of himself?

jon took 230948203948023984 pictures of kelly, i posted one. yay.

rachel n ali. how cute.

my purse. i dunno.

me wearing the tiara the lil girl i babysit for wears. YES.

new digital camera.

Tue, 03 May 2005 00:09:24 GMT

then i left my house..............................

i'm sweet.

going for a little drive around my little suburb, the hills.

i thought these were pretty

i got out of the car to take this.

passed my school.

i thought those trees were pretty in my neighbors yard, but i was too lazy to get any closer.

wtf is wrong with those lights, whatever. i thought they were cool.

trees trees.

golden arches make me happy.

everything is more dramatic in black and white.

true story.

Mon, 18 Apr 2005 03:11:09 GMT

my mother and i sat on my bed staring at the new contraption she purchased without my consent or knowledge.

"The numbers are big." I said.

I walked back out to my computer and let her figure out what exactly one is supposed to do with such a instrument. With my dad out of the house in the morning doing only god knows what, and my mom and i being in no hurry to start the day, this little obscene object was necessary.

"What time do you want me to set it to?" she yelled from the other room.
I replied with what i thought was an appropriate time.

"Can't you set it so it turns on the radio when it goes off?" I shouted.
"No, this isn't a radio one." she replied.
"Sweet, you got a ghetto one."
"Sweetheart, it's not ghetto, it's got big numbers. didn't you see the big numbers? I wonder what it sounds like when it goes off."
"It better not be an incessant beeping noise or i'll break it."

The echoing sound of 'BEEPPPPPP, BEEPPPPP BEEPPPP' radiated from the other room. Excellent, something to look forward to in the morning. A headache accompanied by the urge to stratch my eyes out.

"oh jesus fucking christ mom, i'm going to kill myself if i have to wake up to that obnoxious noise." i yelled.
"you'll get used to it." she answered.

This new affliction had become my enemy within minutes. It's bold red face stared at me as i attempted to sleep, making me uneasy. It was lurking silently in the dark, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to doze off so that it could make a horrifyingly loud racket. Something had to be done to end this vile little clock's life. I reached for the socket.. and yanked as hard as i could.

"Mom, i refuse to conform to the standards of another individual's concept of a socially acceptable time to cease my pleasant slumber." I yelled to my mom across the hall.

She laughed because she loves me.
I closed my eyes.

Goodnight.

my writing.

Mon, 07 Mar 2005 04:07:38 GMT

i don't know why i wrote this:
She was innocently naive,
a sucker for a boy with a charming smile
Self-destructive by nature and beautiful by accident
her judgement now clouded by second hand smoke
and a dash of watermelon with a twist
shirts with plunging necklines, and empty 5ths
her left cheek up resting on the cold tile floor
She'll be forgotten like those nights she can't remember
She's not a little girl anymore

her kisses taste of sorrow and bitter lust
she crawling for a place in his heart, she must
her grave is maze of white tile, with gray grout
fingers pressed against textured stone, she'll have to do without

"bottles lay empty and likewise are hearts", she said
others stumble out into the night, dismissing her for dead
she can't recall why she ever mattered in the first place
"slow down sweetheart, you've still got that pretty face."
your advice isn't falling on deaf ears, rather ones that don't care
Go ahead gentlemen, plot your next sceme, i know you love to stare.

her attempts for redemption met with opposition
leaving her cold, lifeless body in a fragile condition

She says, "i threw down for that."
and others are intimidated, only because she tries
And tonight, the sparkle fades, the one in her not so innocent eyes

and another one.

A wave of indescribable regret crashs over her rock solid exterior
it's lurking in the hallways and pouring out of speakers
gasping for air now, she's all but desperate for things that could have been

Drowning myself in words I'll never breathe aloud
knowing full well, I'll fade and be replaced in the ever-more appealing crowd

the wallpaper is all but too stark white now
in contrast to the darkness eating away at her mind
with every step forward, she falls 6 months behind.

for the record, i officially hate iambic pentameter. 10 sylables in each line, 14 lines each make these here poems not just any poems, but *gasp* sonnets. british literature can kiss my ass, but here is what resulted from my endeavors in writing:

"Don't mistake my silence for ignorance
I know what boys like you are all about"
She says this quickly, in almost a shout
He replies with a wink and coy, "Alright."
This worn-out game is a proposed invite
He's obnoxiously grinning all the while.
And she can not help but mimic his smile
The corners of her mouth begin to bend,
Her regards and regrets she will now send
Send them to those many naive lovers
Who have been devoured in his covers
Full of angst and sorrow, she now says:
"So I can be displayed for all to see?”
She thought, “who am I now, to disagree?”

second one.

Her undergarments slip down to the floor
Now she adds four notches, not three, but four.
She’ll surrender only to crimson red
When tears are no longer enough to shed
Her naked arms relax in the dark
Her nostalgia will not leave any mark
She recovers under satin sheets
Scant amounts of heart left to beat
Affliction still remaining, I will erase
I will erase the lines of your perfect face.
I have pressed down so hard on delete.
But the phonograph is still on repeat
Still playing the song that was you and me
Yes, playing the song that was you and me

friends only.

Fri, 26 Mar 2004 23:56:57 GMT

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