February 2009
Mini corndogs, peaches, and grape soda.
January 2009
A Saturday morning sprinkled doughnut from my blood.
Last game against Nederland ever… Oh yeah.
I’ve become last minute and easily seduced by slumber.
Bye Bye Birdie.
Oo. In your face.
Out of All Darkness, There Will be Light
This week is d r a g g i n g.
It’s been painstakingly rough, and I want a new one. Bad just seems to get worse.
But, in all my personal drama, there still is hope: Faith was born this morning.
I’d like some bear tonight.
G-parents create good vibes.
One Luxury.
They enter the stage as the lights go down.
There is nowhere else I would rather be.
Every now and then they come to this town.
The bliss can be a complete guarantee.
The music blares while bursting my ear drum.
I feel fortunate to be here right now.
Tapping out the beat with my left hand thumb,
Thoughts rummage through my head like, “Holy Cow”.
Rhythms and sounds beat throughout the filled...
I want to punch faces.
Priorities.
My faith
My family (friendships included)
My luxury: Live Music.
Food.
When 1 crashes into 3, a heart is broken.
Screaming bloody murder while driving is not safe… I did so anyway.
A perfect line-up.
The worst date.
I did not win, I failed miserably.
I crave little in the life of a teenage girl IMO; these are the few things I truly want.
There should be no contest between my...
We use to talk constantly. We learned things about and from the other in simple conversation. Now, we hardly acknowledge each other’s presence. We are strangers with a past. My side is not unforgotten, but I do not have enough want to reconnect. There’s a reason things play out the way they do.
IMO, Disney Channel stars should stay on Disney Channel. PERIOD.
(Besides you Justin Timberface. You were actually good for a while…)
Sunday: A Day of Rest, No Work?
WRONG.
Nothing but work… hellwork.
Why do Sunday always seem so short? There’s never enough time to do what I want to.
I crave longer weekends and shorter weekdays.
Surrounded by future generations… Disappointment reigns.
Dexter.
Wow Central, you have the best sportsmanship EVER.
Hearts are roasting in hell tonight; I’m just being bitter…
“Did you know ‘fucking’ is a participle?”
– finding out while writing a paper ~Hillary Alwin Baker
Bagel bites, mhmm.
“Just because someone has something you want, does not make it unfair.”
I may not fully agree with his ideals, but today we witnessed history. This is a big step for America. More than once today I wanted to tell several people to shut up. Although this may not be what some want, accept it, don’t reject it. It’s done. Hope for the best, and don’t expect the worse. Everything happens for a reason. As for Memorial not having school, SO EFFING WHAT?!...
Just about to get slaughtered. Nbd.
Witnessing history.
I’d like to shove her fist in her mouth.
“Is putting yourself out there, setting yourself up to fail?”
Retreating
You learn a lot from the people you surround yourself with. Good and bad. Interesting and annoying. Thought-provoking and dumb. It all depends how you “absorb” it.
I learned this weekend:
That I need to be more patience… with people, with situations, with time. It takes time to understand people. It’s also frustrating as hell. Regardless of whether or not I agree with...
Only 5 hours.
I wish I was in San Antonio.
Depending on someone who seems to not care can only lead to disappointment.
I’m trying to stay positive.
It’s becoming extremely difficult.
… I should be at Lake Charles at this moment.
“You are gold and silvahha…”
– Pop! Goes My Heart
DRUMLINE!
Parading in cars, eating candy. I’m an escort.
Bad news is a bummer.
Pre-sale is sold out.
Are my dreams now crushed?
Seventeen days left; then freedom.
I’ve never been one for dancing. Especially in public.
The Lumber ways a ton.
18 Days
and counting, until the season is over.
I cannot wait.
“Just because you want something, does not mean you deserve it. Make yourself...”
A banana split with no nuts is a crime.
Vomit faces.
Ef, I hate when I spend time on a long movie and it turns out to suck!
American Idol auditions are sad.
42 degrees, perfect time for ice cream.
We beat them thur Vidorians. (8)
Port Neches air currently smells like piss.
