and so comes the end of our epic journey
Mood:  sad
well i've decided to stop writting in my dear blog, because i just haven't the time. plus noone looks at this poo anyways. and if you are reading this and are intrigued by my lame stuff, feel free to visit my zanga http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=onegoodlookingstudmuffin or my myspace http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=onegoodlookingstudmuffin

well i love all you non-exsistant readers and one day we shall be reunited in a super fun extravaganza. until then, i wish you good bye.

oOo
Mood:  amorous
Now Playing: Cake!!
i got the coolest purse today. it's green and rectangular. the end.

weeee!!
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: the shatter of icicles
i love snow. with all my little heart. snow days are the best ever. expecially when it carries over and extends break. well last night i had the funnest time ever. after much arguing and phone tag, i finally went bowling with my luba, b-rian, dancy, and nanny. they are soo much fun. WAY more fun than going out with some loser twins woulda been. my bowling name was octopus woman....which was bizarre but melens was incredible lady, which is totally obvious because she's in incredible in bed! woa...scandalous. but anyways...yea! stupid people with their "i'm tired and lazy and poor...." Cry me a river gentlemen and jump into it. poo faces.

man....talk about a long couple of weeks
Mood:  special
Now Playing: no doubt!
soooo tired. it definately sucks being sick. expecially when you still have to go to school because you sold your soul to calc. so college applications....what's up with that? i turned in my UC one yesterday...at 9pm. 3 hours to spare. this whole college thing makes me so nervous. what if i don't get in? aahh i don't want to be a failure. but whatever....what cha gonna do about it? yay my birthday was....5 days ago. i'm officially 18, which means i can....buy cigars and strippers!! yay porn and tv orders for everyone. i'm still trying to figure out a way to abuse my rights as an 18 year old...but i haven't found one yet. OooO except i signed my request for transcipts myself. cause i'm 18 ad i can do that now. but i can't even go home sick without calling my parents first. oh well whatever, might as well enjoy being coddled while it lasts. i'm hungry. but i'm too sick and lazy to go get something to eat. really really hungry. i complain alot. =/

i can put pictures on this thing?!
Mood:  surprised
so this is a wonderous breakthrough right here...i think i've figured out how to paste images onto my journal. so for my first attemps i shall paste random pictures and exploit them for all their mineral goodness....wut?



these are some cute kids that i saw in korea....they all have to hold onto each other cause they're on a field trip and noone wants to be eaten by the giant cockaroaches.

here's my cousin as the allusive "underwear on her head" girl.

well i'm really sleepy so i'ma go and run laps. i mean sleep. you should go to bed too and dream of me.

my uterus hurts
Mood:  smelly
Now Playing: listening to the sounds of silence
why is everyone always freaking out over everything? stressing over trivial stuff just wastes more time when you could actually be doing something about the thing you're stresing about. although complaining is much easier. but maybe doing something about it is more rewarding. but what if there is nothing you can do about it? humm....well then i guess you're screwed my friend. stuck in a pit of dipair, you sit and wonder if you will be magically lifted out and set onto higher ground. lifted out.....but the thing is...there is ALWAYS something you can do about it. and if you don't want to confront that, then learn something from it. ponder over the reason you're in the pit whilst you are stuck there. paint by numbers..the fumes from the oils will help you relax. when there is noone to talk to...you're stuck talking to your self. crazy? no...mad as a hatter? depends on how much mercury you've been around. how many toxic thoughts control your brain. but my brain is fine. how is my brian you ask? he's great. i love him more than anything and he loves me also. happiness comes from strange places. like in you. you are the only person who can make you happy. don't believe in God? well you should. Because he loves you more than i ever could. more than i ever could......smile in the presence of strangers. strange happiness causes even stranger stress. but there's never anything to really stress about.

A poem for the ages
Mood:  incredulous
I sit in cranberries
Glass and heat
Listening to the pencil
Of life eat
The murderous says
Ley go of my Tuxedo
Park. I Am A Pork Chop
Kitty cat Kitty cat
dance, dance, dance.

WAH!
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: the tumbling of towels
am i an evil psycho jealous b-word? i really hope i'm not.... but how else am i supposed to react when i find out that my boyfriend slept in the same twin size bed with another girl, who happend to be infatuated with him. i really need to get an uglier boyfriend or become skinnier and prettier myself. sigh...i think the former would be easier. i hate environmental science with a burning passion equaled only by the wrath of...ok maybe i can't think of anything right now, but i just really hate that class, the material isn't that bad, but the teachers. omg, so mrs mcarty-pul is a huge anus...like a walking parasite that feeds off of the suffering of others. and then her evil knome of a helper mr. cilantro delights in pain almost as much as his older lover. FREAKING A. i give up.

tengo un dolor en mi extremo.
Mood:  rushed
Now Playing: the scratch of pencil against paper
darnit...too busy. i wish there where....7 more hours in the day. i would spend those 7 doing....everything i've been putting off for the last couple of weeks...like completely cleaning my room, or studying my stupid trig values. or hey! how bout studying for the ACT, SAT, and SAT II's. so screwed...i really should get my act together...you know, stop procrastinating and spending so much time relaxing or sleeping. way overrated...ok, after i finish typing this i am going to finish my calc, study a tiny bit for tha ACT (that's this saturday!!! everlasting joy) and then stretch because i am sooo sore from powderpuff. and then hours and hours of marching band isn't that great either. you know...band really is alota physical activity, considering you have to run to every set, do push ups when u screw up, and then march 160 bpm and use all ur air blowing into a stupid piccolo. whatever, i'ma stop whining and do math. its 12:13
=( bad times

why is the symbol for "Chillin" a pill?
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: lola ray, what it feels like
hike up my miniskirt
bust through my tiny shirts, and
i wear your sex above my sleeve, hey hey
you think that i'm perfect when i
scream a little softer
but i just pretend, cause it's easier now
you ask me what it feels like
i say that i don't know better
touch me where you want to, i'm a virgin with a problem.

i love that song, it's so rad. but nehoo...i have a really scary calc test tomarrow and i think i'm gonna die...so i should prolly go study for that.