Attention Span.

If there was such a thing as a attention span for me, I think I might actually get something done.



I really need to pooop.

Kind Casey Haiku.

Casey is so nice.
He treats me like a princess.
That is a big lie.

Casey Haiku.

Casey is da bomb.
He drives me crazy a lot.
Casey, go to hell.

Hopelessly Stoopid.

Why am I so hopelessly retarded?

Seriously. I can't just have a thing for one guy.

Or even two.

I don't have a thing for any of them.

I should buy myself a parakeet.

Update On My Current State of Stupidity

I stole a traffic cone today.

A dirty orange one.

Sitting in the parking lot.

Right next to Zupas.

I stole that damn cone.

And I'll keep it forever.

Concept 1.

If there is such a thing as love.

The kind of love that makes you feel warm.

And squirm your toes.

How am I supposed to find it?

Time.

Time is so terrible.

Even when I have 3 hours with you.

It's not enough.

When I'm talking to you.

Time passes to quickly.

And I'm left here.

Laying next to you.

In the warm grass.

Wishing.

Praying.

Longing.

That this bliss didn't have to end.

Inspired

I painted something real today. I took time.

And it's beautiful.

Pictures to come!!!!

untitled.

even if forever would wait.

and age didn't matter.

it didn't matter that there was 4 years between us.

or that sometimes when i'm nervous i never stop talking.

i think we would have time.

time is an enemy right now.

something that refuses to make any sense.

forcing people to walk senselessly throughout a day.

with out a moment to really think about what happened.

time makes days go by.

seasons pass.

and people forget.

please don't forget me.

i'm strong and brave.

but i'm secretly weak and needy.

just hold me there.

kiss the hollow of my throat.

where your lips fit perfectly.

make my breathing skippy.

give me the chills.

hug me tight.

hold me close.

i'm yours.

but you're not mine.

i'm marked.

i'm imperfect.

filled with flaws.

but maybe that's the way it happens.

you realize my glasses don't lay evenly.

my nose is broken.

my smile is crooked.

my eyes have brown spots in them.

and you realize.

i'm waiting.

for you.

to.

please.

just.

be mine.

(This is not a passive aggressive post. I don't actually feel this way about anyone....)

Boobie Haiku

Obnoxious in class,

Hello Kitty dangling chain,

No one likes Boobie.

This is how everyone feels when Boobie is around.

Photo Credit: Hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com <------------This blog is funny as hell.

Pain.

You know that really painful moment when the guy you actually felt a little interest in decides you aren't worth it.

Yeah.

Me either.

WorthLESS

Oh yeah.

That's why I don't have a boyfriend.

Or a friend for that matter.

Great Day.....NOT.

Have you ever had one of those days.

Where your tire goes flat.

And now you have to pay 200$ to get 2 new ones.

Payday is too late to cover it.

So you just pull from savings.

You don't get to go to that concert.

Because you won't have enough money.

You have a massive coffee,

And have a shaking anxiety attack.

You realize you're nothing but a piece of ass.

For that guy you genuinely THOUGHT liked you.

You realize the guy you like.

Is way too old for you.

Too mature for you.

Too good for you.

You can't focus because your sensitive stomach.

Is sick again?

You realize you don't really have any friends.

Because you acted like a bitch over the summer.

And lost every one of them.

You try to do your homework.

But took shitty notes.

So now you get to spend all afternoon in Math Lab tomorrow.

You feel like an empty person.

Because no one really knows how you feel about yourself.

No one knows your self esteem is shot.

No one knows you secretly loathe yourself.

You don't buy that CD you wanted.

Because you were embarrassed of how you looked.

You see your ex-best friend.

Looking cute and happy.

When your dressed like shit.

Because you gave up that morning.

You can't write in your journal.

Because you're afraid of how you feel.

You plan on getting a tattoo.

"We all die alone."

Ever had one of those days?

Yeah. Me either.

Chest Pain

I feel like my heartbeat is really irregular. It's been pumping pretty hard all day, but I don't know why it's working so overtime. But it's making me feel like I need to throw up.

What the hell is wrong with me?

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Well, it's been that kind of week. The kind of week where I'm not really sure what the hell just happened, but okay!!!!

Monday-School. Piano. Work. I would say it was a successful day.

Tuesday-School. Starbucks. Meet Brandon. Freak Brandon out with my blabbing.

Wednesday-School. Starbucks. Meet Brandon. Be forced to sing. Realize I can't sing. Buy balloons. See Cheryl. Send off balloons. Fall asleep. Have nightmares.

Thursday-School. Drop of sister somewhere. Go see a sleepy Brandon. Do homework.

Friday-School. Home. Work. Go see Brandon. Home. Sleep.

Saturday-Fashion Show. Stumble. Fall up stairs. Buy freakishly tall heels. Fall up stairs on runway. look like Betta Fish. Go to work still in drag make up. FINALLY hang out with James. Emperor's new groove. (No touchie. No touch. LoL) Sleep.

Sunday(Today)-Wake up. Go to Colin's farewell. Eat something for the first time in 2 days. Feel gross. Go home. Clean the absolute shit outta my room. Get distracted. Consult facebook.

Basically I've tangled a web of confusion.

I hate love.

Detest it even. Because I get to this point.

And I want it to stop.

Meet person.

Hang out with person.

Enjoy person's company.

Kiss person.

Drift from person.

Stop talking to person.

I always do that. And I think that's how this is going to go down for the rest of my life. Tanner is a classic example. Although, I couldn't really stand him from the beginning.

Maybe I'm one of those people that is GENUINELY supposed to be alone.

Better live for sure!!!!

I love her.

She's kind of my hero.

This is why Adele is my Hero.