Another year older.

Wednesday was my lovely seventeenth birthday, all the phone calls and such meant a lot. I feel more like a 65 year old than anything else but it's nice to reach an age that welcomes more of a freedom. Rated 'r' movies here I come. Here are some pictures from my coming of age: (A la' Garden of olives).





















Au voir!
To another 17 years of being an old hag.

Self-help for the help-less

You are amazing, you have the best intentions and I like to think that all of your actions are filled with sincerity. With all due respect how can you be so blind? How can you let some one rip you apart at the seams. He may have a way with words but he also has a way with girls, and not just you. You deserve so much better than him, he deserves so much less than you. I've always been one to root for the underdog but this is one battle I'd like to sit out on.

Catch me if you can..

I'm pretty sure Caitlin is the only one who reads this blog, which would sit better with me if it weren't for the fact that she's a certified lurker and creep. She knows people's middle names that she's never met in her life. It's one of her many quirky personality traits. I actually genuinely liked some one for the first time since May of 07'. Come to find out he plays the wholesome and "honest" brooding nice guy card. YOU ARE A JOKE. Don't kid yourself the alcohol could have more than contributed to the liking factor. I'm not worrying about it much, I'm young and in no hurry to settle down, hell I can't handle a boyfriend. I'll do my thing, you do yours. Maybe i'll see you saturday in slidell and if we happen to cross paths I'll be cordial and i'll urge my tongue to keep to itself.

I turn 17 in 15 days or so, bring it on.

Happy mardi gras, (so i'm two days late)

Well really only more like one day because most of the events took place in the wee hours of the morning. Well Tuesday started off with sleeping in a little late, then allie and dylan picked me up and we got tacobell and ate at the lakefront. So uhh allie just got her lisence and her car's battery died, we had to get a man to use his jumper cables on her car. Then we got an hour long speech about accepting god and not drinking etc. Caitlin met up with us at the lakefront, she got in allie's car and we drove around for a bit and somehow ended up at walgreen's. It was caitlin's birthday and I was trying to think of something really random to do so I thought how about we drive to slidell. We called up Brad Grass, (It's only fitting I put his first and last name since that's what caitlin does). We went to allie's to get ready and then drove for an hour to Slidell. We met Brad and his friend Kyle at the oak harbor mall. We all got in the car and went to heritage park. So many cute boys, oh my. Somehow winded macking on Brad hahahahha. We got kicked out of that park so we headed to another one. Then we went to "Cheeto's" house. Drank a bit and hung out on his trailer's steps. Macked w/ Brad some more hahahha. Spied a cutie, told Keo I thought that guy was cute, turns out it's keo's best friend. I told him to put in a good word for me. Sat in caitlin's car, told Brad how cute I thought Greg was. Greg said he need to talk to me. We talked for a good while in his car and then made out hahahaha. Caitlin and Keo followed suit. Drove to a park by Brad's house and continued on. I have a crush, fuck. Plus he lives in slidell, fuck fuck.

Okay this can't be good...

The night ended with departing for the others and getting in caitlin's car with Brad, Allie, caitlin, and dylan. Everyone was sleeping except for me, brad, and caitlin so we decided to stop at waffle house. Chocolate chip pancakes! Ate, crashed in the waffle house parking lot in caitlin's car till 8AM, which is when we dropped off Brad.

Insanity in persuit.

I'm a new soul.

Hello February!
I held a press confrence in my head today, the outcome was flat out blasphemy. I was the only person in attendance of course. I was hoping for a bigger turnout, guess people were busy being in the Mardi Gras spirit, I wouldn't know my whole life is working. (And not working for the weekend either). I wish rue 21 would blow up, maybe, sortof, with no one in it of course.. maybe? This juno soundtrack is the perfect collection of songs to either A. Fall in love to B. Cut your wrists to C. Interperative dance to D. All of the above.

I haven't attended a single parada, FYI.

I'm a rare bird, but wait till you see me fly.