May 2011
one of those nights where i feel like i need a shower or to clean my room but both are just too much work at the moment, you know?
Reblog if you know someone who is transgender and...
“liberalism is a mental disorder.”
excuse me, let my deep-set belief in freedom of religion allow me to ask my gods to throw some common decency on your ass.
everything is fucking black and white with you people.
"do you think you guys will be friends again...
disclaimer: people have been asking me this over a long period of time now, and this is something i simply needed to get off my chest.
simple answer: no.
sure, she apologized for “everything”, but i’m not sure if she knew that “everything” didn’t simply mean not having a friend to rely on for most of senior year (and isn’t that what your fucking...
the closest i came to crying was probably when i heard mr. beck call your name before your goofy face came out from behind all those black robes, grinning from ear to ear and, of course, wearing those sunglasses you were clearly told not to wear.
i swell when i think of what you are today compared to a few months ago.
for god’s sake, go get ‘em, tiger.
i like hanging out with people i never hang out with.
open houses are just the quirkiest, strangest mixes of fun.
and, of course, the siren song for summer.
graduation tomorrow.
i’ve been ready.
i took a whole bunch of really awesome last-day-of-high-school-classes pictures today, as well as beautiful rain pictures of zoe.
i take it to meijer. it comes out as a ‘blank roll’.
after some digging around, flickr people say the film was loaded incorrectly.
damn damn damn.
since my last official day of actual high school is tomorrow, i feel like i should relearn cartwheels or something. suggestions?
THIS IS MY LAST WEEK OF REAL HIGHSCHOOL
1814:
“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated...”
– Martha Graham
bah. i forgot it would hurt.
“I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And...”
– janis ian
*type small rant post*
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*type*
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whatever. just stop being so pathetic.
chatroulette
black screen: gay
black screen: oh your not?
black screen: bf gf?
me: way to presume
black screen: your gay shuttup
black screen: fagget
me: it's spelled-
black screen: fuck you girl guy your hot
*change*
nick is quite attractive to the black screens and not the spanish men.
hahahahahahahaha.
you’re dumb.
wallet-size senior pictures came today.
time to get crackin’ on this inviting-everyone-i-don’t-know-from-my-extended-family-to-my-open-house-thing.
oh god oh god oh god
sigh.
an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye
i refuse to be emotionally attached to anyone anymore.
