things to NOT DO

cut my hair
let kyra spend $$$
stay up til 1 am during the week
kiss randoms
smoke
get fired by the new boss
oversleep
waste my life on myspace
buy rusk mousse (smells horrible)
eat too many pbc's
buy stuff i don't need
drop my ipod
talk to ---- or ----, maybe ever again
skip breakfast
FART

you just ain't receiving

i realize ever trying to have a relationship ever is hopeless, because i'll never love anyone more than i love zach braff in everything he's ever been in. dayuuuuuum

but really, i think before i get old, i'll have to figure out my prob with relating


yes i'm still listening to that same song all the time

a picture of you, holdin' a picture of me, in the pocket of my blue jeans

of course i'm listening to "jolene" again. i really just can't not do it. i'm loving ray lamontagne lately, and hating the fact that i'm ipod-less.

i woke up an hour early today but thought it was an hour later... being why i'm online at such a dumb time.



more later?



today was alright. i don't remember what i meant to add when i said "more later?" that was at least twelve hours ago.

surely i've said this before, but i hate the word "i" / try to avoid using it whenever possible but it's impossible. and i hate doing self portraits- i'm currently working on one for drawing and one for computer art. bum. er. it's not that i don't like myself, i'm pretty happy with me most of the time, it's just hubris is so close to huibregtse that i'd like the only similarity to be the sound, not the definition. ya dig?

don't care what people say, she's a huge jerk.


el fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin because i forgot what to say

lovin here today

So I was really excited two days ago to put tunes like "I Heard It Through The Grapevine" and "Baby Love" and oh yeah, the whole entire wonderful Stick It soundtrack on my ipod BUT wait, my computer tells me it's corrupted, and Brian says it could be from dropping it months ago, but he also says he's afraid of rejection, and he's also a weirdo.

I hope there's a heaven just so I can maybe meet Marvin Gaye and probably kiss him on the cheek.

so i'm hating school

Austin is the loveliest boy I've ever met, just so the world knows. We're going on a date this summer when I visit him. Too bad I prob won't see the toiletface 'til then.

So it's true I'm hating school. A lot. Tomorrow morning I'll be faking Spanish words for a tiny little assignment thing, then drawing mannequins and jenga blocks and.... sitting. I'm so tired of it. At least when second semester starts it'll be a change of pace?

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our first heath bars:

(we hated 'em)