w.o.r.d.s.
Monday, May 30, 12:57 p.m.
Oh squeal. Life is sweet right now. Haha
Things are going so good with Craig. I never thought that I could have a normal relationship. Things are so different with him then they ever were with anyone else. I can tell him anything and it doesn't matter. With Dylan I was constantly worried he would just make fun of me about something I said...And I don't think I ever really cared about him...he was just there and that's all.
But things are good now.
And when I move, things will suck but hopefully it'll be ok.
I made a stupid profile on VampireFreaks like...yesterday, and I already have four fucking pages of comments. Those asstards. Everyone expecting me to comment back or some shit. It'll never happen. I am a lazy asssss.
I totally forgot about my blog dealy. I blame the weekend brain damage...oh boy. So much brain damage.
I don't recommend ever snorting vodka. It feels like Satan crawled up my nostrel and had a good old time.
Anyways, I am bored of this writing buisness. I quit.
GOOD DAY!
Wednesday, May 25, 7:19 p.m.
music: stabbing westward - i remember
mood: 
Oh christ, I'm in a vile mood today.
Everyone is pissing me off.
Everyone I tell you.
Fuck...American Idol Barbie. Shoot me.
Tuesday, May 24, 4:47 p.m.
music: Paul Okenfold - Cafe Del Mar
mood:
I'm rather sleepy at the moment. Didn't get to bed until pretty late last night. Me and my silly staying awake. I was all flustered. Haha.
So ya, things worked out well. I'm rather pleased right now.
I'm not very pleased about the project we're doing in English...I like going in groups for presentations, but I hate how bossy Nikki is...or more. Not bossy. But she'll get really moody if you don't do what she wants. And if you give out an idea she'll shoot it down or just ignore it completely. It's really quite rude.
She didn't want to do the poem that I thought. She just like rolled her eyes and was like, "It doesn't hold my attention. Too long." and she didn't even read it.
But whatever. It doesn't matter in the end.
I'm really hungry right now, and I want something with flllesh. I'm craving the flesh. Hah.
Me and Ashley hung out for awhile today, that was pretty rad. I like her, we seem to be on the same page about a lot of things. We're both getting kind of worried about Lynneah and Sara. It's hard to watch your friends ruin their lives because there isn't all that much you can do about it that wont distroy the friendship...plus so much of it has to be up to the other people.
Don't really know what else to say, probably seeing Craig again tonight (Eeee!) I'm such a sissy little girl.
But ya, I need sleep. So I must go nap.
I like having this journal thingy again. I got rid of my old one because after awhile they always get ruined somehow.
Maybe I'm just weird.
Monday, May 23, 1:33 p.m.
music: gwar
mood: 
+

= Fuck
Just when you think things are going grand eh? I don't know if anything is going on with Craig, or ever will. I guess today I will just straight out ask him what the fuck is going on.
It's rather depressing.
I don't really know what I'll do if he honestly doesn't want anything to happen between us just because I'm moving soon.
That would kill.
Sunday, May 22, 6:34 p.m.
I am SUCH a sissy little girl...now I have to go listen to more power ballads. Fuck off.
Saturday, May 21, 5:10 p.m.
music: who caresOh my gooooorsh. I'm so pleased right now. Life is super. Ehe...ehehe...I'm completely giddy. I actually came into my house and squealed after he dropped me off. I am...such a geek. It was just another kiss.
, 10:34 a.m.
music: Courtney Love - Mono
mood:
That's right. I'm throwing hearts...everywhere.
Hung out with Lynneah and Craig and random others last night. And I definately finally pounced. Eee! I don't really know what else to say.
Things are good. I like stuff right now. I like how things are going but I'm still mellow and all sissy and filled with mopey goodness. It's a strange combination.
I don't feel very good today. Which is weird because I didn't really do anything to make me sick. Maybe I'm just dying. That would be rad.
And now I leave to go listen to more music. And fall asleep again. Gah.
Friday, May 20, 10:49 a.m.
music: Marilyn Manson - Long Hard Road Out Of Hell
mood:
I'm not really used to writing in this thing anymore. Its been awhile.
Changed the colours a bit from my old journal...but other then that it's basically the same. I just got sick of all the white.
I can't really think of anything to say. Everything is basically the same.
Last night I hung out with Craig again, that was nifty.
In art I'm working on this stupid crayon and water colour thing...I definately suck goat balls at water colour...hate it with a passion.
Oh well, I don't really care if it turns out. I'm pretty sure I have enough pieces done for the first part of my portfolio...hopefully soon I can at least start on the second part.
My favorite drink in the world right now is Strawberry jelly juices. They're so nummy.
I'm getting pretty excited, it's like...a month or so until I move to Saskatoon. It's something I want to do, and something I don't want to do all at the same time.
But the summer should be fun. I'll be starting my belly dancing up again and I'll be starting up my real fire dancing training (yay! fire!) with Victoria. I'll probably be starting Japanese lessions sometime closer to when school will start back up again. School is what I'm really nervous about. Going to a new place in gr.12 is going to kinda suck for awhile. Everyone is concerned with things other than a random new person by that time. Everyone basically has their groups. Oh well, I'm meeting more and more people from S'toon so even if I have no friends at school it's ok.
I guess that's basically it.
It's crazy to think that in a month I'll have moved cities, and in a year I'll be in Japan...Eee...
Wednesday, May 18, 4:27 p.m.
Every Day Is Exactly The Same - Nine Inch Nails
I believe I can see the future
As I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
That might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now i never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around again
Oh, no
Everyday is exactly the same
Everyday is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Everyday is exactly the same
I can feel thier eyes are watching
In case I loose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end
Everyday is exactly the same
Everyday is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Everyday is exactly the same
I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I am still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know- I don't know what else I can do
Everyday is exactly the same
Everyday is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Everyday is exactly the same