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sometimes this is friends only. I like a lot of things, and lots of people. But I might not like you, so comment here and we'll see. This journal involves my actual life, so I get to be picky. Fuck off. |
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Never yield to remorse, but at once tell yourself: remorse would simply mean adding to the first act of stupidity a second. |
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Lux Interior dead. a friend in my German class told me this this morning. i didn't believe him until i went home and googled it. |
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i guess it kind of helps to keep telling yourself "hey baby, today is just not your day" |
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"I've been in your body, baby, and it was paradise. I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride." |
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http://www.newsobserver.com/news/crime_ these are my friends. i'm proud to say it. i will never have anything but love and loyalty toward these people. no matter what this news report says, i know they couldn't possibly have done this....the only thing i can think is that they confessed because they were scared. there's no motive. there's no reason. it doesn't make sense and i won't believe it. nothing could make me believe it. i hate seeing aadil's face on the front page of my newspaper. i hate seeing all of their faces. my friends don't kill people. my friends COULDN'T kill people. i am a million things. i'm scared to death for them. i'm also angry. and i'm so so so sad. |
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tonight was lovely and all kinds of wonderful. brandon showed up at my door, kissed my burnt fingertips and watched chick flicks/made out with me for hours. i miss him every second he isn't with me....next time i get to see him will be next thursday. ^_^ |
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i cuddled with my boyfriend for hours and hours. i learned that i won't see him until christmas and i wanted to cry. when i was little i had a stuffed cat that my grandmother made me. it was more of a pillow than a plushie. i have it at college with me, but i've outgrown it -- i don't need it to sleep anymore. brandon is my new pillow cat. |
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Lá Gera amháin Ná li sé ina theannta Shéid an stoirm, bhris na tonnta Lá ar bhádh a stór sa mhuir Chaoin an ghaod oíche Chaoin sí ina cluas Fada amach Chuaigh sé Do stór caillte ... Liam, Liam, bím I I mbád a hathair 'Chaptaen, cogar anois dom |
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Ask me a question and I'll answer it no matter what it is. In case you're a dork, I'll even enable anonymous posting. Entertain me, please, I've nothing to do. |
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Change, my child Change is in the heavens Change is on this earth Change is all around us And if we Are reflections of the divine We must roll with these changes, For we are these changes. |
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pleased
