July 2010
55 posts
lazy days, lazy daze.
June 2010
45 posts
“Dude, they’re going to see elispe.”
– Sara Rosales
It feels so real lying here, with no one near. Only you and you can hear me when I say softly, slowly.
My lack of inspiration lately is pretty annoying, but at least I’m fairly content with the way things are playing out for this summer.
woooow.
first 5 games of tournament softball anddd the tan lines are out of control. not okay at all. fuck racer back uniforms.
i would swallow my pride i would choke on the rinds but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside swallow my doubt, turn it inside out find nothing but faith in nothing wanna put my tender heart in a blender watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion.
I’m lol-ing at the lovely bones right now.
I just spent 10 minutes trying to think of something really insightful and profound to post on here.
Sorry to dissapoint, Tumblr.
I hate being up at 3:07 in the morning and having no idea why I can’t feel anything anymore.
Fuck Quassy.
let's just get rich and forget everyone we know.
Listening to the entire album that Usher released in 2004 before I fall asleep is definitely the best decision I’ve made thus far.
3:35 AM →
A lot of the time I like to take a step back and pretend that most of this life isn’t even real.
had to hand in senior quotes today?
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
No more settling.
I need to cleanse myself of everything in my life that I’ve come to accept as “the usual”.
It’s funny how I feel ridiculously stressed about all of my schoolwork and finals stuff that I MUST finish by tomorrow, but at the same time, I know I’m going to be done within the next 4 hours.
did you know,
that no one thinks about you as much as you think about you?
truth
It’s not supposed to go like that, It’s not intended to end that way. Life is a journey constantly turning down an unknown path, but it’s not supposed to go like that.
And now I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, Secrets of this stranger, I’m keeping you up all night.
Did you really think I meant every word I said?
lol-ing at looking through old schoolwork.
first research paper of 9th grade.
task: Compile a detailed research paper in which you choose a famous figure/celebrity that you consider your hero.
my topic: Britney Spears.
…wasn’t even a joke.
i love school.
anxiety attack and emotional breakdown in 18 minutes flat: check.
I don’t know why I can’t just force myself to get off the internet, sit down, and finish this project/study for the 16 tests i have this week.
I think it's safe to say that I'm pretty lost.
This is our temporary home, it’s not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we’re passing through.
This was just a stop on the way to where we’re going.
I’m not afraid, because I know this was our temporary home.
The only thing I don’t like about reading is how fast time passes when you’re doing it.
This was my day.
TALK ABOUT STIMULATING.
My eternal boredom has resulted in:
-another coat of nail polish on my fingernails.
-a completed book.
-several lists sorting out a few upcoming events of varying importance.
-an impromptu bonding session with two out of the four dogs in the house.
-a crash course in the french subjunctive.
-fiddling with the air conditioner.
-a bruise on my leg.
-newly plucked eyebrows.
-an in-depth self assessment.
-another tedious tumblr...
Even though I bitch about a lot of things,
I actually have a lot more to look forward to than I thought.
“Just ‘cause you’re beautiful, that doesn’t mean that you can...”
– Cameron, 10 Things I Hate About You.
home sick.
Up since 6, eating cold, leftover chinese food at 8:28AM because I’m in too much pain to fall back asleep. I can already tell this is going to be a productive day.
“Write drunk; edit sober.”
– Ernest Hemingway
“Sometimes, it’s easier to say that you’re fine instead of having to explain all the reasons why you’re not.”
I like sleeping in the middle of the day because when I wake up, it takes about 45 seconds for me to remember all of the awful, worrisome things that are happening to me/stressing me out. Best 45 seconds of the day.
