July 2010
Let's make a list
Because no one can ever do that enough.
I haven’t seen my cats all day
That was essential to be first on the list
I like to call one of them B
So does Jamie
He told me I could call his dog B as well, even though all their names start with a B
I laughed
This list isn’t really about much
I’m gunna start talking about my sister now, list style
I told her we could maybe be...
chasingjamie:
immured:
People I miss:
Everyone
Someone Everyone misses:
Emma
agreed
June 2010
I just watched Shutter Island
Which I’m willing to admit I secretly call Shitter Island in my head. But so does like everyone else.
It was super sad and confusing and deep?
But my point is, it is 12:01 currently, after watching a two hour movie, and I have drivers ed in the morning. Which is basically going to an entire day of school. ENTIRELY.
I’m going to seriously die. I can’t function without like...
Things my dog ate while I went out to dinner...
lists: They’re catching on.
A chip bag
A cookie bag
A one dollar bill
A five dollar bill (out of my fucking pants pocket)
A popcorn bag
A bag that held some candy I got yesterday
The candy that was in said bag
Most likely other papery items I didn’t notice yet
Yeah, it’s going to be a very long week. I cannot emphasize that enough.
Jamie and I wrote a song
Yes, yes we did.
I have it recorded.
And you know what? YOU will never hear it.
Why?
Because I sound awful.
Hah just kidding.
I’ll probably post it later. But for tumblr ears only.
Myspace isn’t ready for this shiiiit.
HELLO WORLD,
IT’S JAMIE!!!!!!!!!
WOOOTT!
I know I know I know
Today was the worst day I’ve had for a while. Not including the fact that sunday is always like today, no matter what.
I really just feel like shit. I just want to scream and cry and be alone but I also need a hug and I just am having one of those “remember the old times you used to hate” moments and I don’t even know why I am being like this.
I’m so fucking...
It was a long run,
I’ll give you that. But about one month isn’t good for much.
I don’t want to talk to anyone.
I don’t want to do anything.
All I want to do is nothing, but watching tv literally makes me question the purpose of my existence.
I ask myself questions, I try to organize my life, I never succeed.
I can’t write. I don’t have the desire to. I don’t want to...
Oh, hey there Jamie Adams
Not only did you totally copy/ruin the post I made like 10 minutes ago, but also, you never called me back!
Whatabitch.
Aaaand, now I hate you.
P.S. wanna come over tuesday?
things I do often:
Make lists like these
Go on the computer
Call Jamie
Watch tv
Watch Spongebob
Don’t judge me okay? It’s always on.
Eat
Not eat
Sleep
Sleep some more
Wake up and stay in bed until I decide to sleep again
Get annoyed
Feel uncomfortable around people
Make plans and don’t ask my parents
Cancel plans
Make plans on top of other plans
Don’t actually do anything...
I feel like..
I need to make a list
I don’t want to do anything, ever.
I don’t want to talk to anyone ever again
I over-exaggerate
I need to be less stressed
I need to think less
I need to stop making plans
I shouldn’t write things for anyone to see
I do anyways because if I write it here I won’t ever have to read it again
If I wrote things down in a notebook, I’d just...
I want to say something
but I can’t.
Anything I would try to say would be impersonal, generic. I’ve known her since 4th grade. I would talk about her talent often. I would tell people how she made me look good because she was my stand partner. She was always a good friend. I can’t grasp the fact that this happened. I can’t write something on a facebook page that isn’t really there anymore....
I watched
the Pretty Little Liars premiere. Now, that being said, I will now love anyone who has read the books and will sit down with me and just tell me what the hell is going on.
I’m very confused.
Regardless, I’ll probably still watch the entire season.
Alison
mellamorachel:
I’m slowly becoming a stalker. Bahahaha, I saw JL after detention today, and he passed me, and I watched him walk for like five minutes, and then I spent the next twenty minutes debating on whether to get up and say hi or not. Hahahahaha god. I’m so embarrassing.
I didn’t say hi by the way. I was too shy :O
hahaha it’s okay! I always look at him for too long whenever he...
Let me tell you a story, (and by you I mean Rachel...
I’d like to call it: The Girl Who Talks Out of Her Ass.
Now you may think, wow you’re disgusting Alison, you should stop existing right about now.
And yes, I would think this as well. But this girl does not actually talk out of her ass, she talks out of a metaphorical ass called bullshit.
I guess it would’ve made better sense to call it: The Bullshit Girl and All Her Crazy...
Dear myself,
I just spent 10 minutes wondering why the mouse wouldn’t move on Rachel’s computer. Apparently, it has a lock button on it. Who does that?
Question number two, why did I get drunk dialed by my dad?
Can someone answer these questions? Or should I leave it to google?
Oh and one other thing, what happens if I take viagra?
Hah. Kidding. I’mreallyjustaman.
I was suppose to have finished my project
That is due tomorrow.
My sister called, so I talked to her for an hour instead.
Mental health over a project that is getting several grades.
Fair trade, I think.
And in other news, I’m running out of t-shirts to wear to school.
Tomorrow I may wear a non t-shirt. Or maybe I’ll just wear an oversized t-shirt with a picture of a pig wearing a fruit hat on it. Only time can tell.
One project,
one movie review,
no time.
I need the time after school to sleep. I need it to live my life.
I don’t have time for this shit.
I wrote a letter to my future self today in signet. I thought it was a lot when I wrote one and a half pages. Some people wrote five. Some wrote two and a half sentences. Yes, a half.
I felt like it will be important for me to read what I wrote when I’m...
I took the time.
I did the work.
I left the mess.
And I’m still wondering what I’m going to do until midnight since I can never sleep before then.
The medication has no side effects. It hardly works enough for me to get through a week better than the condition I started with.
Sometimes I take excedrin PM just so I can go to sleep sooner and not wake up in the middle of the night.
I didn’t...
I don't know why
I insist on being the single most stressful thing in my life.
Responsibility, Work, Whatever thing I need to do which is most likely just some simple task.
I can’t even do anything. I’m worthless. I sit in class all day, not even getting out paper to do work. I sleep, I copy, I harbor the most painful look on my face as if my puppy had run away.
The kids in my art call me the master...
