I heart you, you silly pilly.

ok so its like 330 am and im tired like a whore after a bachelor party.

ive been up talking to my crackheaded davina. cuz shes my love. and is crazy. shes a retarded gecko, and has sex with her feet up in the air. and has chocolate diarrhea.

But I heart her anyways.



Oh ya, and i heart eggs.



http://www.iloveegg.co.uk/newsite/eggsong_popup.htm

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The night is long and I, I show no sign of tiring.

Ok I am having trouble with time perception lately. 2 hours will go by, and I feel like it's only been 5 minutes. I stay up late, not even realizing it. It's really weird. I feel like I'm always busy, yet I never come up with anything substantial to show for my time. It's like I do nothing, and my time is robbed from me. I don't know; It makes things seem so trivial. I'm not sure how much sense I'm making, but I'm trying to release these thoughts as coherently as possible. Which is hopefully good enough. I'm in a mood right now, which can only come about from lack of sleep and an overflow of emotions. In fact, this post will probably be deleted tomorrow when I re-read it and realize how stupid I sound. Because emotions and me just don’t mix well. Like ice cream and ketchup.

p.s. Happy Birthday Cassie (It was yesterday, I'm late I know I apologize) *hugs*

Take me down to Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty... Oh wont you please take me home...

I watched Can't Hardly Wait. I first saw it in theatres. I had the urge to rewatch it. I love that movie. Seth Green is adorable. And the kid from Hook is in it. I think. Well it looks like him damnit. Oh well.
Anyways, There were 2 quotes about fate that really struck me. One was by the stripper angel, saying

"Fate. There is fate. But it only takes you so far. Because once you're there, it's up to you to make it happen."

And there other was by Denise I think her name was:

"I do think there's such a thing as fate. It just works in really fucked up ways sometimes."

I agree with both, so damn much. I just thought I'd share those.

p.s Happy Birthday Pat :) *hugs*

4 simple words.

I want a llama.

*coughs on you*

I'm sick. No, not the regular sick in the head type of joke we all laugh about at my expense. Truly sick. Runny nose, headaches, sore throat, fever and vomiting type of sick. Luckily I've lost the fever, and I'm only upchucking when I eat. (Which I have stopped doing)
I'm at the point where I'm begging my body to get better, because I don’t think I can stand another day of feeling this bad. I think I would honestly rather go to school than endure another day of this. Sad, I know. I can't help it. I just wanna get rid of this feeling. You all know it. It's that horrible feeling, where you just don't feel well.

On the bright side, I have re-entered the world of video games. Not every game mind you. Just Kingdom Hearts. I’ve been playing it the past few days, half due to boredom, and half to an actual interest. Now, I normally don’t like rpg games with a lot of fighting, but I like the storyline of this one, and honestly, I really wanna see all of the worlds.
I'll admit it now. I love Disney. Not that new shit they’re spewing out. The old Disney, where there were songs all the time, and they were actually sung by the characters.
Jaime Hercules, Aladdin, Peter Pan, Alice In Wonderland, The Little Mermaid, etc.
All of the old ones.

But back to the point... which I don’t remember anymore, and instead of just scrolling up to look for it, I will be lazy (lazYness). Well, more like sick, because I’m getting woozy, and need to go lie down. Adios.

Happy Birthday To You, You Live In A Zoo...

You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too.

This post is dedicated solely to my cool sister. Because It's her birthday. And she's my sister. So she gets her own entire post. Kristen, you should feel special damnit. You have an entire post dedicated to you. No one else can say that besides like, the bake sale kids and my science career. And while the former have some sort of incest oppression bullshit going on, the other one is dead. Hm... your future looks bright....

In other words, Happy 19th Birthday Kristen. I hope you have a good one.

Love ya.
*Hugs*
xoxo




... poo head.

A poem inspired by late night analyses and lazYness

So I read this poem

So I read this poem
In English class today
And was told to cut it up
In the most offensive way
I had to take this beautiful poem
And turn it inside out
Taking all its innards
Just to use as clout
I was forced to take a butcher knife
And slice it from end to end
Dissecting every single piece
No sympathy to lend
To the poor author who never meant
The poem to be abused
By 30-something students
Trying to stay amused
Now I’ve taken the whole poem
And pulled it entirely apart
And I’ve found the hidden meanings
Placed in this work of art
I've discussed the rhythm
And I've addressed the mood
I only hope I have this right
So I don’t get my ass sued.

p.s. I'd like to thank Jems for the inspiration on this one.

The key to happiness. Seriously think about it.

I'm supposed to be doing english homework, but this is so much more exciting.

So I've realized something. I love showers. I really do. I love everything about them. I love the water, I love the cleanliness, I love the soap, I love the shampoo. I love everything. I love showers in the winter, when it's cold and I can step into a nice hot steaming downpour, and I love them in the summer, when it's so freaking hot and I can just stand under the cold water cooling off. I love them in the morning, waking me up and refreshing me for the day, and I love them at night, washing away everything that has happened.
I love reflecting in the shower. I come up with the best ideas while rinsing out my conditioner. My mind is free to wander and I solve so many problems because I'm able to focus on them without any distractions.
I love how relaxing they are. No matter what mood I am in, a shower will calm me down. If I'm sad, mad, whatever. I take a shower, and my bad mood and feelings just wash down the drain with the soapy water. I can vent all I want, and I can think things through properly. But most of all the water is the most relaxing thing. I always feel the most relaxed in water. I don't know why. I love the water, and well, the shower is as close as I can get right now.
I love the smell of the facecloth when I first wet it. The smell of the fabric softener escaping and surrounding me. I love the smell of the shampoo when I open the bottle. I love turning the hot on really really high right before I get out. I love stepping out of the shower into a nice soft towel. Bonus points for one fresh from the dryer.
I love changing into nice clean clothes that smell oh so nice, and holding the towel on my hair for about another half hour, trying to dry it before I go to sleep or go out. I love falling asleep nice and clean in my comfy bed.

I love showers.

Who Stole The Cookie From The Cookie Jar? Do You Know The Muffin Man? That and more, coming up at 11.

I've noticed a lack of posts lately. I've also noticed an increase in laziness on my part. I have a sneaking suspicion that these two seemingly unrelated events are tied together in some twisted way, and will unveil themselves in a sneaky way like a murder/mystery novel unravelling itself in the last few chapters. So, in conclusion to all of my extensive research, (reading murder/mystery novels) I believe there may be a positive correlation between these two events. Now, the nature of the relationship between the two is still unclear, but further investigation is pending.