what's there to do ?

really though, i went from busy body, "i have no time to even breathe", type of busy to "why isn't there anything good on tv ?" type of slug around the house; no complaints here though =]

it's really the end of may, life's good, i'm gonna miss my lovely seniors, ensure those waterworks ! because i'm about to give the mississippi river a run for it's money

i want me a juicy watermelon

bootycall? i think not.

why do i feel like i have to try harder to avoid being someone's one-stop-booty-shop?

i don't want to be clingy. but i don't want to be used JUST for that physical stuff.

i know thats not the case in my situation but i can't help my mind from thinking it.

i'm sick of defending myself. "don't think i'm a hoe but..." just except it. i guess you can say someone "turned me out". basically, if you described me NOW to the girl i was last year, i wouldn't believe you.

what does that say about me?

tick tock

GOODNESS . you know how it's best not to procrastinate and get things started because you're gonna feel like a million bucks once you don't have crap hanging over your head when you're done ? uhh sure .. and then i pressed the blogspot link. so unproductive today i can't even spell, i think i'm still trippin' out from driving today

i've always wondered what kind of a driver i'd be, and i'm one that goes 2 mph in a 25 zone, i could tell these cars behind me where like "c'mon grandma, we'd want you to make that right turn TODAY" ohh damn it was scary, fun if it was just me, thank goodness for that brake, i'm a sucky driver, but practice, practice; so much PRESSURE and stuff to keep up with, look both ways, gas, brake, gas, brake, pedestrians, what the hell i'm already naturally slow off the road as the pedestrian, i think i spent that two hour lesson under one breath because i forgot to breathe now and then

memorial day weekend was nice, never long enough but whenever i think memorial day weekend, it reminds me of last year and how everything started, if you know what i mean, when that freakin' S.O.B. who definitely didn't seem like an S.O.B. came knocking head on, funny how things can change in a year, even though i remember it ever so vividly, i'd be something i want to forget, but i choose not to because not all of it was bad, just a little reminder of how naiive someone can be to how infatuation can blind you

badminton banquet was friday, walking from nora's to scott's isn't my cup of tea but power walking like your life depended on it worked out, but that same day i realized the part of my life i didn't like, i hate it in fact, pisses me the hell off and no the waves of envy isn't why, i'm happy with myself but it's like a broken down car full of people, and i'm the only one pushing it

c'mon get happy.

hey pretty girl

greek festival was nice, who the hell spends 18 dollars on a lamb dinner though ? tokens for a dollar doesn't hide the definite rip off they make you purchase, food was good =]

i need to get that uch project rolling though, i wanna make that happen NOW, maybe an '09 montage to recap all there is to see, not much to tell except i got second for doubles, joyouss

ready for summer, hawaii here we come
i'm in love with pineapples

why you gotta be like that?

my happy streak has ended as of thursday night. what a great 5-6 days it was, until certain people had to put a damper on my day. assholes.

i was so happy! now i'm just in emo mode. plus, i'm sick. and i'm pretty sure my mom thinks i have swine flu. great.

maybe the weekend will make me happy.

like i always do

this might be the happiest i've ever been.
i walk into a room with a smile on my face. i go to sleep with a smile on my face. i depart from a kiss with the biggest grin you can imagine. funny how this is all from one person.

even though things aren't "official", i really don't care. who needs the label? as long as you're together. dammit, i'm turning into the biggest cheeseball.

i guess you can say i'm "glowing", but that's just how chrystal described it =]

prom night was great.

good weekend

senior prom was too fun, getting lost getting to the galleria, hitting up the WRONG prom, getting my hair stuck in his earring [thanks sivy, you just had to layer up on the hair spray], and the after party was all too priceless, my date was an definite upgrade from the creepy kid at junior, seeing vincent do jumping jacks and wearing a plastic ice bag over his head, waking up 6 in the morning to messed up make up, frizzy hair [don't worry none of that business went down, trust me], going down to the lobby looking like a slutty high school kid after prom night and sleeping till one when i got home was basically what happened, well bare minimum

thai night was too good, thai tea, pad thai, papaya salad, yahh the fat pants broke out
too badd i gotta go back to dumb APs and all that crappy weekday stuff

but life's good, i got my permit ! passed with eight wrong, can you say close call or what ?