mandersss

i need to do something with her pronto.
deprivation nationnnn.

pshh, screw rules I'm going over now. I'll call first.
yes, make sure she's home... THEN... i'm going over.

yesss, it's all coming together.

afterwords, menchville rocks with steelio, if i can find six dollars laying about the house.

i wonder if we even still have the secret stash of quarters in my parent's room?

sashay away

i wonder how

i am going to purchase the April edition of cosmo without being uncomfortable buying something with in all caps bold print: "the sex article we couldn't describe here"

this will be interesting.

my hair

it looks like shit
something must be done pronto
ehh, too lazy.

but i won't do it in the morning so, TO THE STRAIGHTENER.

i'm

"i'm going to gauge my ears, peirce my lip, get an industrial, where heavy make up, and darken my outlook on life."

"you go on and do that."

i let you down

but with valuable excuses, like writing three papers. but nevertheless, here it goes.

everybody deserves to be adored
why would you settle for less
when the world gives you more?

i hate when

people lie to me.
even the little white ones.

hypocrisy at its finest.

happy valentines day.

my gift?
a massive stomach ache.
i though we were over this stomach?

but i did invest in a hair dryer, so i'll do that. then i'll frost the cupcakes. then i'll, oh there is no way i can finish this in 36 minutes. TO THE KITCHEN!

oh blog

i just posted the first chapter of my story on wattpad.
ahh, i'm just regretting it. I mean I'm not a good writer, I don't have the elegant writing style of steelio or the witty sarcasm and mannerisms of all the authors that I read.

stupid delusional fantasy of maybe someone enjoying it making me want to post it. i'm horrible at taking criticism, I'm not ready for this.

I should take it down.
Shouldn't I.

AHHH.
I'm obviously freaking out.

No one cares about what I write, what is the worst that could happen no one ever reads it? That would be a relief? Oh I don't know, if I knew I was going to Spaz like this I never would have put it up.

AHHH.

the source of my ails.

-- a sinus infection in the making.
i now have medicine so I won't be missing school... unless we have more snow days.
mother has told me that it is going to snow tomorrow, monday, and tuesday.
well this is unfortunate.

greet what i do when i get bored.

despite

what i say, i love my life i really do.
i'd love it more if i was thinner, but that is for another day.

SALVE.

"Welcome to the 'Mothership' Lady GaGa."
"It doesn't look like she wants to be here."
"She does she's just playing one of her 'Lovegames'."

i love my latin iii class, i really do.

--

i'm so tired.
my head hurts so bad.
my ears are ringing.
i can't eat or i'll get nauseaus.
i'm so thirsty.

end sick rant.

on a brighter note.

guess what day it is? tuesday!

eileen

We walk down a dock
and the water is cold,
You want me to
escort you.

How I'd love to go
swim with you in death,
but my heavy heart
won't let me tread.

I must stay
on the shore.
I am young,
my blood is warm.
I can take you this far
Now, my love, we must part.

i can sum up

my entire friendship with amanda in five photos.
this idea comes from h todd.







well, actually make that six.


i'll do a david one later, i promise.

my head is pounding.

and the peanut butter crackers i ate for lunch are threatening to rear their ugly head.

today has consisted of sleeping and wattpad. i'm going to hop in the tub and soak.
soaking would be good.


nataliedee.com

hope.

today when driving i considered pulling out into oncoming traffic, bad day would be an understatement, but don't call the councilors just yet. it was a lapse of judgement; i'm fine. i really am.

who was the coolest ninth grader you knew?

i'm pretty sure you'll have to say me because of this.



valencia apparently is not authorized for my itunes anymore, those bitches. And itunes has refused my knowingly right password so I had to get a new one. Thinking that my ID question would be something like my cat's or something like that, I clicked the question tab to get my new passcode.

The question was a panic! at the disco song lyric.
My 18 year old self has never been prouder of my 14 year old self as much as I was today.

I still can't reauthorize it so I have no idea what I am going to do.
Cross Fingers.

just got back from steelio's,

and am sitting here eating a 'THE BIG BOX!' of mike and ike's. We, my family and I, went to Target and The Waffle House. I must be making up for the lack of eating I did yesterday.

And guess what I found!

fruit snacks without gelatin! annie's is my savior.

Probably going to go wattpad and watch movies for the rest of the day. I love the snow I really do, but can't it wait until sunday night?

ABC

airplanes.
balloon animals.
catagories.
dipthongs.
e!
fastidious.
goldfish.
hairspray.
igloo.
jackals.
karma.
llamas.
monsoon.
necromancy.
octopi.
paritdges.
quincy.
rescue rangers.
static.
testosterone.
ugly.
vase (pronounced v-ahh-zzz).
walrus mustache.
x marks the spot.
zebras.

i hope this answers all your questions.

as valentine's day quickly approaches i hope you find this helpful on getting that certain someone to like you.

best wishes. xox

You move through my body like an ocean
Didn't take you long to get to my heart

nostalgia

Do you know what I miss?
Going to the supermarket with my mother and having to buy jam for my peanut butter and jellys.
It wasn't something that happened too often, but when it did it was a treat. I would stand on my tippy toes and squwat low to the floor trying to take in all the different glass jars. Would I choose the Pokemon jars, the Pooh jars, or the dinosaur jars? The best things about these were that afterwards they were then converted into cups for drinking. Many a time I remember getting a flavor I was not fond of just so that I could have a certain character, because unfortunately Pikachu never came in the grape variety.

I still have them sitting in my cabinet, right now I am drinking orange juice out of a Snoopy and Lionel; I wish they still made fun jars like that rather than the plastic ones nowadays.

home seet home.

it's good to be back.
i just spent the entire weekend over at amanda's because of the snow, if we had known there would not have been school today I probably would have stayed another day. But it's good to be home, my snow in my lawn is still perfectly in tact since i haven't been here to frolic in it.

sad news is that i haven't seen any icecicles.

i have no idea what to do with myself today, a five day weekend is pushing it don't you think?

OH, btw:
i didn't forget, even though you probably did.