Everything I Need to Get Out of My System

GAAAAAAAH!!!!! My emotions are so inconsistent. Happy. Sad. Irritable. Happy. Embarrassed. Grumpy. Angry. Happy. Giddy. Meeeh.
I just want to say lots of naughty words, but I don't think that would be very appreciated. So, instead I'll pretend that I don't want to say them at all.

So much for staying skinny. Wrestling worked great, until I had to stop, and now, I'm gaining ALL THE WEIGHT back. Oh well. I just need to start running again. There is no way in hell I'm going to be able to lose as much weight as I was initial. But it'd be cool if I just started doing stairs all the time. It seriously revved my metabolism.

Why the hell did I ever cut my bangs? They were FINALLY long enough. I could style them, they looked relatively cute, and then....CHOP. I always want to cut my hair whenever I'm with Nina. I don't know why. Hahaha. So Neen, next time I come over, hide you scissors. I might chop my hair again.

Couldn't sleep very well last night. I was hot, cold, hot, cold, hot, cold, hot, cold all night. And then I was having really really really strange dreams. I don't really remember much of it, but it's freaking retarded.

Speaking of dreams....I had a SERIOUSLY graphic nightmare the evening before Thanksgiving. I only remember it spotty like, but I woke up crying for the first time in a long time.

Which reminds me...Crying sucks. S-U-C-K-S!!! I started crying for no reason last night. Not sobbing. Just. Crying. It was soooo lame. I wrote in my journal for the first time in months. It was really nice to be able to get rid of everything I was feeling. I took like a gigantor brain dump all over my journal. I wrote like 3 pages....

So now happy stuff.
Fluff. OH MY GOSH!!!! I finally started a piece in art today!!!! We're doing contour watercolors, and I'm doing a fetus!!! It's so cute!!!! Awwww. And I did a damn good job. Seriously. Everything is AWESOME!!!! MY IDEA FOR SAID PIECE: Paint the heart red and have it fade out into the black and white. IT"S GOING TO BE BOSS!!!!!

Yay!!!!!!

So now for the really simple easy stuff.....School....is lame. With the bright exceptions to everyday. Katie seriously has been my Godsend. Like really, I couldn't ask for a funnier person to make me happy every single day of my life. And Sariah gets me. I don't really know how to explain it. She just knows. She knows when I need a hug....or some gum, or maybe just a ride, to skip 3rd period and watch what I like about you instead. Hahahaa.

I wish...
-I was normal (Sometimes. Being different can be a good thing. And it's not like I'm so radically different that I can't relate to anybody, because realistically, I can relate to almost everybody)
-I was skinny. (Naturally. Without trying. I dont' care if I'm not "curvy." I'd rather be skinny than curvy any day)
-I wasn't so anxious. (It's not that I'm even paranoid. I just feel really anxious lately, like I'm waiting for something to happen, but I don't know what that is)
-I wish I was part of the religious norm (Don't get me wrong. I'm so proud to be Catholic, and to have such an amazing relationship with God, but it's frustrating when I realize, I can't get married in Orem. Because I'll never be the cookie cutter that I need to be)
-I had more hours at work (I realize that I'm technically "Holiday Help", but I'm working at minimum wage, and get 1 shift a week. Wow. Go nuts.)
-I knew what to get everyone for Christmas (But this I'm completely okay with. because this is my favorite part of Christmas. I think I'm going homemade for some of the Family gifts this year)
-He noticed. (That I am quite possibly the most embarrassed person in the entire world)


THE END!!!!!

Art Inspiration.

Thanks Jesse. Seriously. Bouncing ideas (even if I was the one coming up with them) Made me feel a little less burned out. You're seriously awesome.

Snowman!!!

I'm off to make a snowman with my little cousins for the first time in years!!! I'm so excited!!!!

U-T-A-H!!!! Let's go UTAH!!!!!

OH MY HELL!!!!!! That game was CRAZY!!!!

17-16. UTE WIN. And kind if the finale to holy wars.

I froze my ass off. It was so worth it. Rushing the field with my dad was unforgettable. I'll write all about it on Monday. Or maybe later tonight (:

Bliss Can Be Cold.

I mean that literally. I experienced moments of bliss, in his friend's FREEZING cold basement. It was just soooo easy.

We wanted to do something all day, so he picked me up, and we drove over to his friend's house to eat caramel corn and watch horror movies. Hahahaha. So we made caramel corn (I burned some of the popcorn....oops.) And went into the basement where all of his friend's were gathered. We tried this AMAZING chocolate that his friend's mom made. So yummy.

So anyway.
We were watching Nightmare on Elm Street-pretty good movie. And he put his arm around me, and we just stayed like that. We were laying on the ground, because those were the only places left, so I rested my head on his chest. It was pretty comfy. Even if I did almost freeze to death. We laughed or grimaced at the bloody death of Freddy's victims. And we basically stayed like that the entire movie. He laced his fingers in mine halfway through the movie. It was all so "G" rated, but it felt okay. Like nothing was pushy.. And being in a group of people, definitely was a plus.

Then we were choosing another movie. Hahaha. He covered my eyes at all the sketchy movie covers, as we were going over the netflicks. Baha. Then we started watching a movie that I remember what it's called, because everyone was talking, and I seriously can't remember anything about the movie at all. But basically. We stayed "cozy" and relaxed. Well. Almost. It was so cold that I lost feeling in my toes, and fingers. He played with my fingers. Kinda. He just brushed my fingertips with his. All very sweet. hahaha. But, not anything over the top.

Then he took me home. He opened my door, and we drove in the freezing cold. He walked me up to my door...actually garage. Front door was locked. Pretty Lame. But I opened the garage, and he gave me a hug. And I dunno. Call me cheesy: But the way he pulled me so close was AMAZING!!!! Hahahaha. I felt so happy. And now I can't stop smiling.

What am I? A little girl with a crush? Yep. That's exactly what I am. But it's nothing complicated either. It's simple.

So that was my cold bliss. (:

Thanksgiving.

I have so much to be thankful for. But at this very moment in time.

I'm most thankful for my incredible family.

They've supported me through everything.

And Suzanna.
Who's seen my worst, and enjoyed my best.

Not Sure What to Think of It.

I wake up,
To a good morning text,
Bright and early,
To make sure I'm awake.

Bored in class,
My phone buzzes,
New text:,
To make me smile.

Bad disheartening day,
A look in the eye,
A tight hug that tells me,
He understands and knows.

Soft spoken words,
That only a piano can speak,
Clair De Lune or Prelude in E,
Whispers what can't be said.

Weekday Evenings,
Whatever they bring,
Conversation and Laughter,
Or an early curfew.

Weekend entertainment,
A ride in a red truck,
Rocking out to cool music,
Or hanging at the park.

Open my doors,
Walk me to my porch,
I give you a hug,
Hoping you'll want more.

It scares me when,
I want to go faster,
Because in the end,
What if I never mattered?

It's been a while now,
Irrational worries,
But from time to time,
Isn't it normal?

Try to be cool,
Hang with your crowd,
I speak strange things.
When I'm slightly tweeking out.

Text me good night,
Bid me farewell,
Until tomorrow morning,
Good night and sleep well.


Heart churning blood,
Whenever you're near me,
Why am I giddy?
It's only a crush.

Characteristics. of. my. Fiance?

Italian.

Hitman.

Hott.

Sweet.

Convincing.

Liar.

Good Liar.

Pretty eyes.

Muscular.

Tall.

NO NASTY ARMY TIME WATCHES! (Digital...to make SOMEONE happy)

Smart.

Funny.

Love coffee.

Drinks lots of water.

Has incredible bladder control.

Hufflepuff.

Guitar.

Piano.

Good at rockband.

Enjoys sitting on roofs.

Male.

Poetic. (Writes poetry...and I'm his muse)

Good Kisser.

Can spell stuff.

Good at math.

Dark hair.

Big hands.

Cuddly (:

Clearly, this list is way too specific. Alex should instead make a list of the 9 or 10 most important qualities that are vital to a happy marriage. Dark Hair? Really. If he's perfect in any other way...pretty sure sitting on roofs don't mean jack.

Dear Wesley.

This is all clearly a HAHAHA moment. Why is your knee about to explode? Not that I care... Here's the deal. I'm freaking bored. So if you don't mind, I need to come up with why I love my fake "fiance" And besides, the more picky I am about what I want in a guy, the less chance I am to get hurt as bad I have been in the past.

Thanks.

Dear Alex,

This is Santa. I cannot afford to kidnap another guy for you. It is simply not legal, and completely unethical. (Just because I'm obese, doesn't mean I don't know what unethical means)

Love you and your dogs,

Santa Claus

UNinspired.

I hate sitting here in art class starting lots of art projects, but never having the guts to finish it. It's so incredibly frustrating. It's all I can think about. Art. Shit. Art. Sucks. Art. Crap. Art. Not fun. Art. NOT my career.

I feel like poop in art. All the time. Because I'm so BURNT OUT!!!!! I look at everything that I finished last year, and I did so so so many projects. But this year, I haven't really done anything.

Dear Religion.

Go away. It makes my life harder than it needs to be.

Not love,

Alex

Feeling. Blue?

First documented picture.

Ninth Grade

(My favorite of us ever. We both look pretty)

Hahaha. Just another day in paradise

Walking all over orem together.

Suzie's deals...9th Grade

This past summer. Walking to harmons.

She helped me get over my shorter haircut that day.

This looks like a modeling ad, for us both. Good job Neen (:





Where did you go? We were so close. I remember the very day we had that conversation. "There basically isn't anything that would tear us apart. Because we'll always be there for each other. I freaking love you woman!" What happened to that? I realize it was the summer, and we were both far happier, and we spent basically every second we could together. But have our lives gotten so complicated that there is really never time for each other? We made plans saturday, and they fell through. I'm not blaming you, or me, because neither of us really made it that big of a priority. But seriously, what happened to "I hope your home, because I'm parked outside your house." Babe. We were close. We were best friends. You say you don't feel like you have any friends. But I'm right here. I'm in the wings, waiting for you to gesture me back onto the stage.....metaphorically speaking. I'm waiting for you to call me and be like "Dude, I don't give a shit if you have a date with that kid. We're hanging out. And that's that." We used to be like that.
Remember when?
-We walked down to the movies without our bras on, after we had spent the whole day at the mall, walked up to a random chicken man, and took pictures with him?
-We were both sad we didn't get asked to prom, so we dressed up in pretty dresses, did our hair all nice, went to smiths, bought drinks and jelly belly's and took lots of stupid cheesy pictures, while singing Adam lambert all the way home?
-You were worried about Amy forgetting you because she was getting married, and we talked about it, until you knew you would almost be okay?
-We made fun of Courtney's smile....everytime we've ever hung out?
-Making a terrible "horror movie" at the beginning of the summer, that in actuality just sucked?
-When I went to girls camp, then montana, then you went to girls camp, and we didn't really see each other in July, and we were both emotional when we saw each other again, and you gave me the best card I've ever received, and I still have it, and look at it, and wish we were back to normal?
-When we took our first summer photoshoot, you documented hoboness, we were almost attacked by demon deer, and we went to blickenstaff's?
-We spent every penny we had at the pay it yourself at smiths.....when we paid in ALL pennies?
-When I was angry at my parents, and my siblings and my life, and you talked to me about it, and made me feel all better, and we did our hair and make up, and took photobooth pictures?
-When you were grounded from your computer, and you called me upset, and we talked about it?
-When we colored with chalk, and you made a chalk bed...Did I mention I asian?
-When I called you after every break up for words of encouragement?
-When we stopped calling, texting, blogging, facebooking, and slipped silently out of each others lives?
-When we were both lonely because neither of us would admit that we missed our best friend.
-When we stopped acting like best friends?


What happened to us?
We make up, but never have really made up. There's a big crack in our friendship that we need to cover with a big band aid of love. You know what I mean?

Life is sweet like a cupcake....but it's even sweeter when your best friend puts sprinkles on the top, just because she knows you like them.

I'm sorry for not being there. It's not a very friend like thing to do. I'm sorry you've felt alone. I'm sorry you're struggling and suffering, but it's not going unnoticed.
I'm sorry I never called/texted back.
I'm sorry I was angry.

Let's fix this.

I love you Marina Sofia Carpenter.

Dear Art.

GO TO HELL!!!!!

Not love,
Alex

Bloggers UNITE!!!!

Dear Sara.
I was reading your blog yesterday, and I agree. I got a lot out of the homily 2 nights ago as well. Which is funny, because I was talking to mom about it, and she got a lot out of it, butn not as much as us. I wish you would've gone to St. Cathy's with us, and eaten at The Pie (They had spaghetti again.) But. All is well.
Love you!!!

Alex.

So today feels like the biggest waste of a day ever. I realized I F***ed up all of my proportions on my oil painting.....and had to start ALL over. Thanks a heap oil paints, you're awesome.

On other retarded news.....

Katie and I came up with a great story to kill the fiance and baby in a story I'm writing. Here's the idea.

The girl doesn't know that her fiance is part of the Italian Mafia, so he goes to a conference meeting (AKA he's a hitman, and has to kill someone) And he backs a picture of his woman in his boxers. (For uhh....safe keeping. Because who would guess that you would keep a picture there? Not me) So he goes to kill the guy, but he dies instead, by the mob boss's son. So the guy that killed the girl's fiance, comes across the picture of her, and does a background check, and figures out where she lives. He falls madly in love with the girl, and goes to seduce her. She opens the door, and finds out that he killed her fiance. So she grabs a knife from the kitchen, and tries to stab him, but he takes the knife from her, and stabs in the stomach multiple times, and accidently kills the baby she's carrying (She's pregnant) With her last bit of strength, she grabs a knife from the drawer, and stabs him in the kidney, then passes out on the floor.
THE END.


So there it is.

Did I mention I asian?

Hahaha. I'm on one right now. I can't stop giggling. Hehehee.

What's a religious good? A jesus pie??? -Katie Swain.

"KATIE!!!! I've solved all the problems in your life!!! Just close your eyes when you kiss him!!! Then you won't laugh!!!"

And now for the stuff that genuinely makes me feel funny.

Hahaha.
1. Realizing he caught me staring (even though I was totally staring off into space....duh.)
2. Not quite deciding if I have a wedgie or not, so feeling unsure if it's appropriate to pick it.
3. Stretching in class. I stretch like every 5 seconds.
4. Digestive issues that I'm still facing. Sara. The fiber isn't working.
5. Realizing everyone looks at me as I try to turn off the ringer on my phone, when it's in my bra, and I probably look like I'm not trying to turn off my ringer.

The end.

Peace!!!

A Day in the Life of a Censored Me.

(Me and mama....if we were fish...and I was Blue....And she was orange....with clown stripes)



Dear Mom,
I love it when you read my blog over my shoulder.
Internet Censorship? I think yes.
Mommy censorship? Mommy agrees.
Freedom of speech? Not until I'm 18.
Freedom of speech? As long as it's what I want wanna hear!!
Giggles? Obviously.
Giggles. Ha....ha.............


ha.

Should I post a picture of Finding Nemo? I vote Yes!!!!

You can't vote.....you're not 18.

So? Should I still post the picture?

I guess......If mama bear approves.

Access.......Granted!!!

Yay!!! I hacked my own Computer!

Hi Sara Grayce.
How's the foot?
Are you making good choices?
Are you reading this with Kenny?
Or Vorstink?
Or PEEEEJAAAY? Maaa broseph.
Well..
Okay.


[Itches scalp]

Nick has behavioral problems.

Sophie's school friend,
not to be confused with my relative.

BEEP*

My phone is dying.

Mom's going to bed.

Good night.
Night Dad!!!
Night Meeerm!!!

Yes Sophie. I actually am posting this.

Hahahahaha. I made a funny.

Bye..

Internet censorship.
Go away.
Or gotta go?

Top 5 Best Feelings Ever (Anna Inspired):

1. Clean Sheets + Shaved legs
2. When you START a Haagan Daaz (Not so much when you finish it)
3. A really long cry in a chick flick....Remember Me. The Last song. <3
4. Out of the Dryer Sweats. Especially when it's snowing....like this evening.
5. Knowing that your family has your back....priceless. Just kidding. That's not original..

So my real number 5.

Falling asleep with Ali. The alligator that I've had since close to birth.

Taaaaaa Duuuuh!!!!

Now it's bed time.
Because mom is reading this over my shoulder!

I have nothing worth saying.

Hahaha. I was so right.

WIN!!! Points for Alex!!! I can't go longer than about 24 hours without blogging something. Yes. I'm addicted. DUDE!!!

I have the big dipper of bruising on my hip. It's so sweet!!! Until the day I die!!!!

Alice in chains!!!!!

I'm basically addicted to asian candy.

Also.

I'm angry.
I'm angry about last night.
I'm angry at my family.
I'm angry at my friends.
I'm angry at him.
I'm angry at myself.
I'm angry at them.
I'm just angry.

Smile. Pretend it doesn't hurt.

Down in a hole,
Feeling so small,
Down in a hole,
Losin my soul.

Alice in chains.


My seams are ripping.
Just kidding.

I wish I was normal.
But that's not how it is.

AMEN!

A Crushed Dream.

4 Weeks ago, Sy inspired me to try a new sport. So I went to an early morning wrestling practice. And learned a lot. I went to a couple more. I was falling in love with it. I was getting good at it, and not to mention sweating, and working my ass off. I figured out Jesse wrestled on day 1, and we've become really close because of wrestling.
Hell week comes. I'm stoked. I know I'm better than half the guys on team. They call it hell week for a reason. I went through all the conditioning, and hardcore afterschool practices, I was getting good, then I told my mom....she pulled the plug.

So I'm not allowed to wrestle. She might of well as told me to kill some small puppies, and bring her the hearts. The thing is, wrestling is what's given me the strength to move on. It's been mentally, emotionally, and physically challenging, but it's given me the tools to handle everything. When I'm angry, take them down harder, when I'm happy, run an extra lap, when I'm feeling fat, run 10 extra laps. I don't crave sugar anymore, because I was worried about making weight.

So what if I break my face? Or a rib? I'm HAPPY. H-A-P-P-Y!!!! Doesn't that mean anything to my parents whatsoever?

I told my coach today. And I was crying. I mean I cried for almost 2 hours about it last night, but I cried in front of my coach, and my team. All the guys on team (minus austin) made me feel like PART of the team. Mitch Steele (Who I didn't actually think knew I existed) Was like "I missed you at practice today!!"

I felt so close with all the guys on team. They were all amazing. The thing is, I felt the NEED to work harder around the guys, because I was the ONLY GIRL!!! I had to prove that I was just as strong, and just as able to wrestle as they were. I had to prove my spot, and it hurts to think that I don't get to be part of that.

I'm sorry mom, but I lied to you because you would've said No from the beginning. We both know that. But now that it's over, I'm completely depressed. I felt normal. And not crazy. I felt sane for once in my life.

Wrestling became a mindset. Work hard. Think hard. Don't settle for less than you are type of thing. My body is a bruised and bumped and burned body, but it's also a body that can survive 6 minutes in the ring, and pin a heavyweight. Not that it matters anymore.

Wrestling. I love you. Thanks for being in my life when you were.

Orem High Wrestling boys. I love you guys individually. (Yes. Even Austin. Sometimes.) You guys made me feel safe, secure and strong. I love you guys!!!

JESUS FISH!!!!

No one understands my obsession. But then again, no one really understands me generally. So this is what I decided. I'm getting a jesus fish tatoo......suck it.

Horrible day. Terrible actually.

I love internalizing all the crap I have inside.

I'm FREAKING sore.

Today I'm Bruiser. Not to be confused with Browser from Mario (Is that how you spell it? hahaha)
I'm bruised from head to toe. Literally.

And I get to wake up at 5:30 tomorrow. Joy.

And he hates me.
And so does everyone else.
Remind me why I'm in high school?

In Journalism

So I'm in journalism, thinking about articles I want to write. And all I want to think about is what's wrong with Utah Valley. I'm so sick of living in a bubble. I was talking with a friend and the reason we're so "safe" here is because no one has the bravery to face to issue. We're one of the most depressed states in the country, and the 2nd highest birth rate among teenage girls. And for what? NO ONE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT IT!

On other stupid news....

I injured my shoulder.

I'm exhausted.

I want to punch Austin in the nuts.

Every muscle in my body hurts.

I can't focus (obviously)

I wanna watch a chick flick

I have to orchestrate a piece for orchestra (Away In a Manger)

Math homework makes me want to die.

I miss Suzanna.

I miss Nina.

I want a boyfriend.

I want somethings to be over.

I want sugar, but can't have any.

I need a hug.

I need grapes.

I need a certain someone to text me.

I need hell week to be over.

I wish I didn't take HealthScience.

My sternum is permanently bruised.

I've lost about 7 pounds in 3 weeks.

Still standing. Or crawling. Or breathing really.

Loneliness.

I used to feel perfectly fine with where I was at with friends in my life, but now I just feel sad. Like I'm never enough. Best friends forever? What happened to us? We make up, but never fully. All words, not actions. And trust me, it makes a difference. I just wish things would go back to normal. I just want to feel like I have a FRIEND. Like someone I can kind of lean on. Granted, I have lots of almost friends that I can laugh with at school, but when it comes down to it, I still have a sad loneliness in the pit of my heart, that could only be filled with a best friend. Why do things have to continually change? Why can't there be a constant? Why can't I freaking cry like a normal person?

Shoulder Injury.

I was walking down the stairs at school when I fell all the way down the stairs, and messed up my shoulder. The physical therapists at our school said I either extremely strained a muscle, or tore it a little. Great.

It's just not that simple...

I wish it were as simple as whispering "I love you" into your ear, and then you'd fall madly in love with me, and never want to leave my side.
I wish it were as simple, as going into a time machine, setting the date, changing the occurances, and never having to go through quiet suffering.
I wish it were as simple, as letting things go. Letting go of grudges, moving on in my life, and never having to remember anything.
I wish it were as simple, as saying I'm sorry, I was wrong. And you apologizing to, and going back, to whatever it was that we had, but now there's school, work, and a weird sense of everything else.
I wish it were as simple, as trusting in God. Truly believing that everything happened for a reason, and that sometimes, for whatever reason, bad things happen to good people, and that it's just the way it is.
I wish it were as simple as giving someone a hug, and taking all their pain and suffering far away from them.
Nothing is simple. Simplicity is bliss, but that's why we're here, because earth is a massive hellhole that we call home, until we die, and move onto another life, or simply just die.
There's nothing simple about being alive, and living through everything that we have thrown at us. I don't understand why things are the way that they are most of the time. Granted, I'm human.
But Suzanna has a boyfriend, and never has time for me anymore. Nina never answers my calls, or when she does, she's busy. She has her own life, I get that, but what happened to our weekends? Zac? Where did you go? Our friendship/relationship/whatever in the hell that we had was screwy and dysfunctional, bit it was a constant in my life. Jesse...We just don't know each other that well. Obviously we're in the "getting to know you stages" But we're both shy. Unless it has to do with music. WHAT IF I'M SICK OF MUSIC????!!!! Not that I am. But we have a language. It's something that only a piano can speak. Chopin, Mendelssohn, Beethoven, Debussy, it makes sense to us, but in a sense, it's like we have a language barrier. It's so much simpler if we could just play everything we had to say. Dommy? What happened? Best? friends. Right. I love Suzee, and it's easy to talk to her, but I know there's something she's containing that's bothering her, and I wish I could help.
Superman isn't real. Sorry to break someone's dreams. But there's no such thing as being invincible. What about heart break? What about death? Are we all immune to that now? Living a world of plastic surgery, and scandal? What about natural disasters, and unity? What is the price of peace? Is it the cost of a couple's only son fighting for our freedom, so later we can all worry about our prada bags?
There's so much wrong, but so much right. But for whatever reason, not a lot of change. There's nothing simple in our world. Between PETA destroying the name of animal right extremists that do it the right way (I'm sorry but the premise: You should be vegan because it better, sucks. There were no statistics that backed anything up. Poorly written article.) Hollywood degrading the worth of a woman (Bad girls club, Jersey shore....), Every other teenager getting knocked up and broadcasted (16 and pregnant, teen mom) What is there to believe?
Do we not have the intelligence to choose things for ourselves anymore? Is there no sense of our own personal battles, and destinies?
Our world just isn't that simple.

Hijacking, Part 2

This is a test of the Alex Judd awareness system. This test has failed.

So what?

So what if I make a checklist of characteristics that I want in a boyfriend? Doesn't that just make me look for them harder and try to find something better for myself? I know a lot about myself, and I don't believe that 2 polar opposites can EVER have a successful relationship.

So what if I want someone that's Smart? And Respectful? And funny? And attractive to me? And makes me happy? And makes me feel like I'm something better than I actually am? Isn't that the whole point of dating anyway? Hahahaha.

So Dear Boy(You know who you are)
I've found you. Almost. I know of you, and I know that we are almost closer than friends, but I want to be certain. So please, be patient with me. I had a BLAST on monday, and I'm excited to see what the future brings.

You're amazing.
A.

Food Poisoning, Irritation, And other crappy things that go on in my life as of this moment in time

Hijacking:

>:(

Hijacking over.

WESLEY LOVES ME! AND TYLER ELY IS MY HEROOOOOOOO. *

Thanks to my fabulously mature journalism friends...Well, that wasn't me for the record. (In reference to what's written above.

Well if you haven't figured it out. I have food poisoning. Thanks for nothing Betos.

I'm irritated because I'm at school when I feel like puking my guts out.

I'm pretty sure I have a fever.

I'm tired.

And I haven't talked to him at all in the last 24 hours. Unless you count early morning ARC.

Kill me. I feel like Death.

[insert cliche about love here]

Oh my heck!!!! So I love reading everyone's blogs but seriously.....is everything we blog about, about love?