It's about time.

Vacation is boring, i am ready to be back home. I ready to sleep in my big giant bed and hang out with people again. Being home is terribly boring.
But i still have to wait one more week for total funniness. :(

On another note thanks for finally writing a blog.

My dad is home i have to go.

Is tired of this year.

I am tired of this suck ass year. I'm done. It is about time to start a new beginning. I am not going to have a bad year next year. I am going to have a great year. GREAT YEAR! I am excited. According to some nerd even number ending years are lucky and happy. This year is going to be great! WOO HOO!

P.S. It's not funny you little ass, write a blog.

Excuse me Mister!

Umm. Excuse me Mister. You read the blog from yesterday out loud on the phone. So what did you do? Write a blog? Nope. Just kept talking to me. I'm not posting anything but hate mail and complains until you blog! BLOG! NOW!

-Your beloved L

To my dearest mister,

I see you're reading my cute little blog again. I thought of writing you a note on facebook, or telling you tonight when you called me- HOWEVER I also thought this was clever. Write a fucking blog. You have a very interesting life that at least I would like to read about. So get to it. Stop promising me one and just do it, darling. Sweet-pie. Dearest kiddo. You like reading mine, I want to read yours.

Also talking to you this morning made my whole day better. Thank you. It was very nice. Now go and write a fucking new blog. You're already on blogger so do it.

Love, L.

Sitting Pretty on Top This Hill

So I made all A’s, which is just fucking beautiful. My parents never thought all A’s could be done period. GPA is pretty and perfect again, so fuck off new media.

I can’t wait till Christmas. I have shit tons of presents. I want to play all my new DS games and drink up. I know at least one of those is a huge bottle of vodka. It may even be blueberry. Oh yeah.

So I got new jeans today. Same kind as my grey ones, however very dark blue, very in. I look great in them. They are very fashionable and besides that, I love them. They are so dark they are almost black. I found out in alternate processes how to keep that color perfect as well. So exciting.

I have all my next year classes signed up for. I am excited. I will have time for a minor even and I really think it should be Spanish. I am going to need it anyways. Ravel has been teaching me some over this year or so. I am say some dirty things is what I really mean to say. I can’t spell them, which is good cause you don’t really need to hear it.

Ravel is sending me jewelry over the break. I am excited. I can’t remember what all I send him over esty, but I know it is something I picked out. I need to buy him a nice Christmas gift. I wasn’t going to. I told him he missed behaved to much and Santa was just going to buy herself something pretty (which is how he got the pictures of the jewelry). I told my mom I was going to make him disease stuff animals, but she got really upset and is now making sure he gets something nice. She still really likes him; my brother fucking loves Ravel still. Being that they hate every other guy I’ve been with, except Mark. They still think he is good guy friend to have. But they love Ravel. My mom wants to know how good he is doing in school, she was worried all this craziest may mess him up.

I didn’t expect my family to still love him at all, much less this much. They know he is a good kid. I am glad I still think so too.

Ravel said him and his mom bought me something today, so I am hoping his mother still likes me as well. I really like his family.

I really like Ball Cap, by Mother Mother right now. I listened to it all through weaving one. Along with Wolf Parade and William Shatner, hahaha I know. I am so indie, don’t worry I am back to Lady Gaga, Amy Winehouse, and No Doubt.

I should go to bed, but talking to Ravel is so much more fun.

whatever.

So i guess my hard work paid off somewhere. All A's so far. At least this year isn't a complete lost. Ravel is a good kid too. He is making me happy. I am going to miss him while he is gone for break. I am waiting on his slowbro ass now. Lame. He is off work but not home yet. I thought i should type in.

sticky cinnamon fingers

Today is different than yesterday. Today is a new and exciting day. A new and exciting day, week, everything. I am a very happy, such woken up girl. Even though today will be workfest number 2 beginning. Sticky cinnamon fingers and a giant coffee present for breakfast i maybe late today for class but i am happy.

Saturday.

Today was long. I watched movies all day with my mom. I am so tired today. I just want to sleep all day. I am so tired.
Lucky i don't have to have my book read until Thursday. I am on chapter 10 outta 48. I think i will read ten more before bed put i also think i may sleep. I shouldn't go out tomorrow night. I should stay home and work on my projects. I need my weaving done by friday, my screen printing by sunday, and my crochet by thursday. I have to take down my installation next week before monday. I have to read that book by thursday. Write the paper for it over the weekend. I have tons to do. Two more weeks and then i am free for a couple of days. Then i can work on my portfolio for midpoint review. Great.
There is no break for me. But luckily I will get in and graduate and go on to live a real life. Instead of just being a dumb bitch with nothing to offer the world. Just saying they are out there.

Black Friday

So i bought so many cute things. Pretty much all for me. Somethings are sexy things. So other kiddos will enjoy them just as well. Ah yeah. I also got a totally cute hello kitty sandwich maker. I don't really care for hello kitty, but i really wanted a sandwich maker and i will always pick a super cute kitty over a sliver grown up item. I got the first season of veronica mars, i can't wait to watch it, and dirty gray skinny jeans which i really super needed. They are so fucking cute. I want to wear them until they die of holes.
I didn't really get anyone presents which i should of.
I only have to buy my mother, brother, father, Kevin, and Ravel gifts. Well that i know for sure. I know we will do something as roommates, but i don't know if we are drawing names of just being super cheap. Hahaha. Oh and the make a gift party. So i am going to just eat a lot of mac and cheese until then.
I am so happy about what i got today. I needed to just spend money on myself and reward myself for being so good this year. I'm doing good with school, Ravel and me are still great friends, and i am just doing really great this year and i needed a reward for it.

Sleeping.

Sleeping in a even a twin bed alone sucks. I don't like it.

I want to go home to my bed and my shit tons of pillows and everything else i love to sleep with at night.

That is all. I miss home. I miss my home.

Break.

Thanksgiving break is only exciting and fun when there is something to do. I am home. Still in my pj's. I want to go out and do something. I am sitting at home though, watching some bullshit TrueLife. I watched eloping and now it's i don't trust my partner. Whatever.
Today is boring. I wish there was something more to do or whatever. I am tired of tv. I don't feel good. I want to, need to go out and do something. AHHHHHHH!
Thanksgiving is a dumb holiday, but i needed a break from all the work there is to do at school. Three more projects and a paper. That's all, then a month of nothing to do but preparing my midterm review.
Three days of nothing to do, well i need to read that book. Gross. For HOP. It's a hundred pages i can do it. Ok now to find me something to do since Michael is awake.

Bad Romance.

So Lady Gaga is amazing, just so you know.

I am too. Ravel and i are hanging out and writing our papers for HOP. We are done now. I go home tomorrow. Ravel claims he will cry he is going to miss me so much. He is full of shit. I am tired but i have to write up my project idea for screen printing and i can't think of what to do.

I want to use lots of fabric screen printed with texture and "quilt" it together sore of. I want it to be bunchy and loose and hang from the piece. However i need a subject still.

I was thinking of doing something off this picture of my dad and brother and me at the zoo when i was only 2 or 3 maybe. But i don't want it to be a personal photograph i want it to be more about the artsy stuff. I think if i made it more playful and child like it would come off differently as well. I am not sure though.

Regine's Birthday!

So yesterday was Regine's birthday. It was the best! We got drunk and danced and had shit tons of fun. YAY!
I am waiting on Ravel, he has to move everything out of his room so he can get new carpet and i want to eat egg sandwiches. If he is much later i am going to make him buy me food. I need to work on things today i don't have time for this. I am going to watch grey's anatomy and after that- NO MORE WAITING!!

Thank god i wore my khaki skirt up to my nipples, else i might never find a man.

So i need to update. I have been super busy. I got mostly everything i needed to get gone last week, and the last thing i won't get in trouble for. I need to fix my installation today. That's about it. I actually should go do that now.

Underneath it all.

I got so much done this weekend. A lot of work by myself, in which just left me with my thoughts. I hate when thinking about what you need to catches up with you. I got nothing done for alter. processes, but whatever. Screen Printing is half done. Weaving is caught up. So there! I am doing great this semester, which is more than i can say for some.
I don't know what i feel or want or am, it seems. I feel like i am taking forever to decide to give up on something i gave up on months ago.

-L

Halloween

Halloween was nice. I hung out with Ravel. We had no where we wanted to go alone and got invited to most of the same parties. It was all ok. I didn't do any homework this weekend. Which isn't killer. I was suppose to think alot about my stuff. So i did that. But i don't like that i wasted a weekend on that.
Signing up for classes tomorrow. That's all.

There is always going to be another mountain.

Ok so i didn't go anywhere. In 15 minutes though i am going to pick up ravel from work and get some food. He said he would drive me to the fibers building. I hate lab work. I wish i could take things home and work on them there, in front of the tv or at 3 in the morning. I don't want to work at 1 till 8.

I need to buy tights for this party tonight. I am excited. I don't really know to many people who are going to be there. Hopefully the people i do know still go. I think i have an idea for an outfit for tommorrows engagement party.

Sometimes, I am jealous of my sister. I wish i found the one. I want to have someone who will always be there and to fight with me through whatever. I am however glad i am not pregnant. Because that is scary as fucking hell. She is having a boy, which is ideal. I need to make her a blanket. She is going to be a great mom. I am happy for her.

I just want to get married and travel and make art for a living. Nothing else. I am too nervous and worrisome to date around and be all independent in my free woman making choices. I think that might be the best way to put it. I think i am at least just too worried right now.

I don't know. It seems scary meeting people and showing yourself. Allowing strangers in. I know everyone i know know i only met within the last three years. I mean i even live with people i only met within three years. But i am still nervous. I worry i will become like my mother. My mother doesn't like to meet people or make new friends it seems, and my dad always needs company. I am somewhere in between. I don't like to meet a lot of new people, someone else has to like them first you know, I am nervous.

I am also sick right now and words are annoying me. I don't know if i am making sense. I need to eat.

Work and Sleep problems

I feel sick and i have so much work to do. Mainly because i have to go outta town tomorrow. I need to work today and i know i do but i don't want to. My head hurts and i don't feel good. Whatever i am going, I'm going.
But i don't want to. I am just saying.

Amy Winehouse, of course.

So i have been listening to Amy Winehouse. I really like Back in Black. I feel like i relate even though i really don't. I've never been the other woman, or an alcoholic. I find it funny, since i am on the complete other side of this song. I love everything about Amy Winehouse. I think sometimes God makes jokes only i get.
I really wish i had this record on vinyl, i think it is by far one of my favorite records. I love everything on Back to Black. I think it is perfect. I would wait forever for another perfect record from Amy Winehouse. I would also be ok if she hid out and never made another one. This is a good note to drop off on.
There are only a few records that i can say i love everything on. I mean i think the Eurythmics, Savage is probably the best but i really only love side B truly and fully. I think that side will always understand me, but side A. I can't even tell you what is on it. It's no side B.
I fully and always can listen to only a few records, Amy Winehouse is one that i just love. Is what i am saying.
I don't have a great taste in music, so i don't talk about it to much. I pretty much love people who happen to make music and i like that because it is them. Like Lady Gaga. If i didn't see her at the Miss Universe, i can't say i would of been so addicted so fast.
Proof is after Beyonce's diva i looked her up more because that werid electro shit is what i want. I think i generally just like female artists over males. Sometimes i realize i have listened to a male in a while and i try to make myself.
Ok that is my spill on music. I need to quit before someone realizes i actually think Miley Cyrus is cool.

I'm pretty gangsta myself.

So we went to Oklahoma it was ok. It was Oklahoma. I mean it wasn't no Texas or anything.

So we left and when to the outlet mall at Gainesville, TX. I bought two gangsta shirts. So cute. I almost bought a shirt with a math book and calculator, it said "I got a problem!" "YO, i'll solve it." But it was more math than Vanilla Ice. Also there was a Lady Gaga shirt. I KNOW! I didn't buy it because my gaint hot tits got in the way and you couldn't read it right. I hate that. One time, i tried on a yoshi shirt and he looked like a floating head. Price of being hot though, huh.

So after that i got vanilla peanut butter fudge which was awesome. So we ate sucky sonic food. They were serving old fryer stuff. That's gross.

Then Oklahoma. We went to the Winstar right on the other side of the Red River. I doubled my money and Ravel won his back at backjack. Then we ate at Fera's in Gainesville. It was really nice.

We came home and hung out with my roomies. This weekend was really nice. I didn't do shit which will kill me this weekend. BUT i am feeling better not so stressed. I need to go to sleep soon lots to do tomorrow morning. I didn't do my felting either. Shit. I hope that isn't due tomorrow.

I'm outta this STATE!

TODAY IS THE ROAD TRIP!!!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
I LOVE ROAD TRIPS!
I'm going to cause some trouble and write about it tonight!!!

Don't wait up!

"I'm a trouble maker, a real muther fucker."

There's going to be a road trip. This weekend. I need to get outta this town/state. Ravel and me both. We are leaving this weekend and going to see the world. He'll take pictures and i'm going to get us into no good. I'm a trouble maker, a real muther fucker. I can't wait. I want to go right now. We might go Saturday and we might go on Friday. I want to go NOOOOOOOW! I am tired of this town already. I want to escape.

I am really glad Ravel and me are friends. Best FRIENDS Forever. I am going to make Marie Antoinette themed B.F.F. bracelets. :P

He painted a big giant watercolor of me. I think it is funny we both did our mixed medias on each other. I wonder if he'll make one about his bike accident too.

So recap. Me and my BFF. ROAD TRIP. Where? WHERE EVER WE WANT. YAY!!

This fucking week.

So this week. I am so tired and yet still have so much to do. Ugh. My Screen Print sucks. Whatever. I don't care at this point i messed up so much i can't go back now.
So my weaving is beautiful though. I need to screen print it though. SHIT!

I feel like this.

I am a she wolf and i need to go out. I like all kinds of poppy trash.
I feel like i am always just laying around the house.

I need to/ want to work on my halloween costume now.

I love the weather.

So things have changed again. This time i don't know if it is for the better.
I hate that. I just want be giant signs thats like NO! or YES! You know. But i think God is putting me in the right direction and i am starting to see all the good that might come out of this break-up. It only took 24 hours of laying in the dark by myself. But i got it right.

I think things are going to be better now that this happened. But i don't know.

I still need to find someone to take me putt putting. Or to the movies. dinner and a movie.
How adorable!

I am going to be late for class.

Underneath this bitch, is a heartbroken little girl.

I hate when it all hits you after a break-up. I always have so much to do. I can't handle this at the moment God gives it to me. Things are slowing down in the anger side at least. That bitch finally shut the fuck up for a few days. So that's been nice. But without contact, in which i said would be best, I am starting to realize what damage has been done. To me and my ego, to me and my life. There use to be a beauty life here.
How do people live with themselves? How do we destroy beautiful things and just walk on like there is a well deserved tomorrow? I wish i didn't live in these times. I wish i lived in a more understanding time of what the moral rules are. How do you destroy this and think about moving on to a life of meaningless hook ups and no one who really loves you? I gave you my heart once again and it's been broken, once again. I am tired of even the great boys showing me, how much they can fuck up their lives.
I feel like i shouldn't try this again. I can find me someone to crush on that i could actually like being with, or even actually meet. I can't just be selfish and live for myself alone either. I become hateful at myself for not aiming to please anyone or at least trying. I can't just live to make myself happy. I don't understand how people do that all the time. I don't understand how you go out and eat alone in a restaurant. I don't understand how you can wait to hear about someone's day.
Who is going to drink my coffee flavored starbucks on the rainy days? A room full of friends and i still feel alone. I need to have that person who gets me without words. I've had three people who loved me and got it. Who care more about me than i could do myself. All found another to ruin this with. All of them were my friends. What do i do that is so horrible, that no one wants to just drink coffee and love me?
I need to let go of others. I need to live for only me. I need to be selfish.
I don't want to meet people. I don't want to make new friends. I don't want to fill my void. Not by him or anyone else. I just want to lay in my room and drink coffee and not go to class anymore. I don't want it to stop raining. I want it to be cloudy until i die. I don't want to cry in supermarkets.
I just want to be left alone.

I need some sleep and to stop crying.

So today was nice and fine and i got stuff done and all but i missed my best friend. :(

I missed him a ton. I know he need a worldly break and all, but i super missed him.

I watched grey's anatomy and it make me realize what step i am on in all of this. I don't really like myself for it. But i don't really want to move off it either. So i will just stand still for now.

I need sleep. I wish my mother visited today.
I am jealous he got to be with his people who love him more than anything. I saw my dad and it was good, but my mommy is my mommy. I hope i can go home next weekend and just lay around my house and eat good food.

I am probably going to move back home next year. To finish off my last semester and find a job. I can't imagine still living in denton. Even though it would be cool.
I need sleep. good night.

Laura and Ravel, BFFs.

So it's been quiet which is super nice. I helped Ravel clean his room for his mother, sister, and sister's boyfriend. He rewarded me with pizza from hot box. That's the best kind of reward. I am glad me and him are still friends. I hope someday we can forget this ever happened. Yesterday we talked about it a little still. But a lot of talk was on what we look for in a person and why we think stuff is more important to us personally. We also made fun of each other for wanting to find someone with things. Like how I want someone with bad taste in music like me, who loves halloween to much and likes to drink starbucks all day, who doesn't run through the rain. And he wants a girl who is a loud mouth with long hair and nice tits. Mine, looks like what a woman wants and his is more manly. We also have things like someone who lays around but is quick to think up a plan, someone you can laugh with and understands you and all those good wholesome things you want in a person.
He said he doesn't know if he wants to play the field or look for love and i told him i wanted cheesy dates with nothing serious.
Mainly i am glad that after everything we are still friends. I hope it last past cheesy dates and playing the field. I don't want to end it after we find somebody else, and i am honestly worried it could happen. But we are older and smarter and full of good humor and that does get me hope. Because my last lets just be friends really wasn't any of those things.

His family came over last night and said hi and asked about my foot and how i was feeling and i felt like they didn't hate me. I was scared i wasn't going to be accepted anymore. I know i didn't do anything wrong in our relationship and that temptation and possibles just got the best of Ravel, but he is their baby and i always fear that i will no matter what not be liked anymore. I wish they knew how hard i tried and would still like me. I think they at least like me still and that's honestly what i want more.

I have so much work to catch up on today.
dent my reed
dye my warp
write my artist statement
finish my white sheet project
write my hop paper

tomorrow
i heddle
do one through eight
write my bibliography for weaving.

Blogspot States....

Someone is posting about me

Print

Please note that Blogger is a provider of content creation tools, not a mediator of that content. We allow our users to create blogs, but we don't make any claims about the content of these pages. We strongly believe in freedom of expression, even if a blog contains unappealing or distasteful content or presents unpopular viewpoints. We realize this may be frustrating, and we regret any inconvenience this may cause you.

If you believe what a Blogger user is writing about you constitutes defamation, libel, or slander please click here for more information on how Blogger deals with cases of defamation.

Please note that Blogger does not remove blogs for containing insults or negative commentary. While blogs that contain such content can be distasteful, Blogger is not in a position to arbitrate disputes.

And on top of that ->

Defamation Definition

Print

What is Defamation?

• False and untrue communication published with the specific intent of injuring another person’s reputation
• Injured person must be identifiable
• Libel—written form of defamation; Slander—oral form of defamation

We do not remove allegedly defamatory content from www.google.com or any other U.S. dot com domains.

US domain sites such as Google.com, Blogger, Page Creator, etc. are sites regulated only by U.S. law. Given this fact, and pursuant to Section 230(c) of the Communications Decency Act, we do not remove allegedly defamatory material from U.S. domains. The only exception to this rule is if the material has been found to be defamatory by a court, as evidenced by a court order.

The language of Section 230(c) of the Communications Decency Act fundamentally states that Internet services like Google.com, Blogger and many of Google’s other services are republishers and not the publisher of that content. Therefore, these sites are not held liable for any allegedly defamatory, offensive or harassing content published on the site.

So i never spoke a name of whatever girl if there was even a girl. Whoever this random girl maybe! If she is even real. Maybe this is a part of a creative story for one of my classes. Or ideas for pieces of art. The point being if some other crazy egotistical girl somehow heard about this shit from some retarded asshole friend, then its not my problem and nothing can be done about everyone having a big ass ego and thinking i am talking about them. Maybe i am talking about me!

So I would like if this crazy ego manic stop reading my blogs of creativity and also stopped sending me emails and texts which i actually can take to the police and have something done about this.

TODAY WAS GREAT!

SO TODAY WAS GREAT!

IT WAS SOOOOOO FUCKING GREAT!!!

Her life is up in smokes. I found out Ravel deleted her from facebook and has decided he can't deal with all her crazy bitchiness. She is FUCKING NUTS! I serious think this is asylum crazy. Not just normal crazy bitch. BUT NUTS! Call the men with the white coats! There is a CRAZZY on the loose! Running barefoot in the streets! SOMEONE CALL THE MEN IN LAB COATS!
Sorry i will try to cut that out!

So anyways i haven't got any texts from the psycho, but if i was her i wouldn't text me either.
If you are the loser of the playground, you don't mess with the biggest baddest bitch on the playground. And i am the baddest bitch on the playground.

It must really suck when Ravel breaks up with me and is all alone and still wants nothing to go with your trashy ass. I mean come on really, i was the perfect girlfriend. Who is going to want that piece of shit, over this? That's the question that has been clearly answer through all this.

God i love when everything is clear and i really don't have to say anything at all, but i do anyways.

You mess with the bull, you get the horns!

This morning is so much better. Ravel came over and apologized until i fell asleep. I woke up and my legs didn't hurt so much and They found my box FULL of chocolate stuff i LOVE! My mommy loves me so much. I am listening to No doubt and it is cloudy. If it rains today it'll be perfect. I am wearing my favorite shirt today and am excited about crocheting for three hours. Not weaving I'm in big trouble there. I am going to smile at hot bus guys today and then check craiglist for men who are already in love with me. Just so i know they are out there. I got to go do my make and teeth and look super fine today.

Bikes, Whores, and Boxes.

So today was so lame.
I tried to fix Ravel's bike forever. I got one wheel off of mine, I was just going to get him my wheels, and then couldn't get the other so i when to see if his would come off. NO. Took me forever to remember his bike code and get the lock off. I tried forever to get the rusty washers off. No can do. You need a robot to get them off.
We are friends and i feel horrible about fucking up his bike, so as a good sign forwards him not hating me, i really worked hard to fix it.

Today wasn't the day to try however, i can hardly stand and i can't take how bad the pain in my legs are. I don't know why but they hurt soo bad and are really tight. It feels like some magic hand of god is holding them all the time. They are heavy and weight me down. I am about to just cut them off. Maybe i can get Ravel my wheelchair wheels to make up for popping his bike tires. I fucking hate bikes. I only got my bike because Ravel was all of a sudden in love with bikes.

To top it off he can't just be a man and tell her to fuck off and die. He wants to be "friends." He wants to just make everyone happy all the time. Make everyone his fucking friend. I hate all of this. I can't believe i was all sorry i ruined your bike. I'm glad we are still friends. What a DUMBASS! She is a stupid whore but he isn't helping this any. I hope she plays in traffic. I hope she takes that guy home we heard about last night at yogurt story.
He is a fucking moron and he is taking me down with him. I am trying to be fucking nice but really. I'm not a moron and i know how to be a great. I can find a new guy friend who understands my art and my basic life.
I actually am looking for a guy to take me out, not in a real important way but it can be. I can get me a guy if i really want. That guy on the bus if i said hi i would of had a date. I would bet on it.

Whatever on top of the moron parade i am beginning to think i am not only watching. My Heart break box got stolen that my mom sent to me in the mail. Today is a parade of suck, right in the middle of my lunch hour!

Just Thoughts

Thoughts were never meant for words,
Mostly seen and read by all the wrong folks,
But dying is still not on the to do list,
By this I mean I also need beer,
Sober will bring me nowhere,
Exciting or whatever,
Fuck what did I put on the record player again,
Scratching vinyl over leaving lovers,
Wanting to have love,
Really love, love is an abandoned ship,
Kiss your husband goodnight,
Forget about love, true love,
Disney has left the building,
The ship is going over,
I on the iceberg watching star-crossed losers,
No tulips, No apples, No moonlight,
No perfect shades of brown in unforgotten spheres,
They are FORGOTTEN!
No one think of them,
Knowing what I know and nothing more,
Still talking so close the warm breath feels cool,
But only for a second,
Pausing and questioning my stupidity at the thought,
Leaning in for another closely connecting word,
How deep is this cut?
Will it heal this time?

Water Water on the Seas.

I hate this feeling this feeling that i am losing everything by being selfish. I asked God for a sign as what i should do. I had a dream we went back out but you beat me up. I don't know what that is suppose to mean and i am deciding it was fear and that God has decided this is up to me. How ever at whataburger they had out those gift cards. Like the one in which you stole and wrote how i was perfect no matter who i was with and always to be happy. Nothing makes me happier then a bubble bath with cat power. Getting my hair brushed and kisses on my face. Breakfast in the mornings and breakfast in the nights. I miss sleeping in all day. Drinking coffee and watching the snow fall. Wrapped in blankets. Playing the nes in our underwear. You on level 50 in dr. mario. Me on level 3. I loved that day. Us watching your stupid 7 movies over and over.
We lived in bars and danced on tables. How is one suppose to just replace the most perfect part of ones' life? There's nothing like living in a bottle. All our Juno jokes. Thundercats aren't doing anything any more, they grew old and live in wheelchairs. They aren't really going at all.
You were suppose to call at eight. I know i was cutting up my hair with the girls. Then we when out and talked about how cute this guy was at the shop we when too. Regine and me went to the boy's place and then whataburger. But i missed you.
I wish this was all so easy again. I wish when we hung out it wasn't so horrible for me. I wish she never existed. I worry her only purpose in life was a test, not for you, but me. So far i feel like i am failing at everything.
I feel like i had no soul. Like a zombie without reason, I don't want to be in this state forever. I just want to be happy, but that has been stolen from me. I had no choice. I know this is why i am not ready to date anyone. But also i only saw the good side and i worry it wasn't the real side, but these moments make me know it is.

Met another cute boy while he was watching my boobs. Winners.

So it's Thursday and i believed i failed you weekend. I still have no set crush. There is a cute guy at scad. He should move here and talk about Batman with me. Its not that there isn't anyone here i just don't know how to approach a stranger and be like hay you're cute. I'm super awesome wanna buy me food and enjoy each others company. I dont know how to attract guys i do know. I am also just kind of waiting out for someone to come to me, I don't feel like be rejected right now since i'm not completely crushing on anyone. My door is still open. Come on sweep me off my feet with some kind of date you hear about them kids doing in the 50s. Movie. Dinner. Putt Putt. (Shut it! You'll be jealous. Of me and my putt putt hot stuff talking about batman guy.)

Ok i am just kind of bored. There was a kind of cute guy on the bus. He was super cute but he didn't talk to me. I think he was thinking about me, just not me! Yup cute boy watching my boobs.

I HATE EVERYTHING

Just so you know. I fucking wasted this whole weekend!! Now it is 11:15 and i am working my ass off on something stupid
facebook isn't working for only FUCKING ME of course and I am still fucking PISSED about the Ravel thing!!!! NO FUCKING SHIT. I want a date i want to just lay around and meet men.

I don't want to eat but i guess i am hungry. If i am sooo hungry you think i could keep something anything fucking down. I feel like dying. I need someone to rub my shoulders and kiss me. I DID NOTHING FUCKING WRONG. I got my stupid ass boyfriend stolen by a fucking loser with small tits. Best PART neither one of them likes the other. They are just in it for the attention!!!!! THEY ARE MORONS!!!!! MORONSSSS!!! STUPID FUCKING MORONS! I wish i could stop thinking talking and acting on about this. I am so fucking sick of this shit.

I just want my life back. I know who knew about this all happening and they can go fuck themselves for not giving me a chance to work this out with Ravel. Now it's toooo fucking late.

I want to sleep in my bed. I want to be alone. I want to be by myself. I want to skip monday and sleep all day. Screen Printing after 6 hours of class. Sounds FUN!

I hate EVERYTHING!!

This Week

This week has been the worst week in my life. As i hear, it's been the worst for everyone. I did get new favorite quotes though. "I walked her home...I guess she forgot her shoes." but my number one will always be "You can't possibly understand how hard this week has been for me LAURA!" I know it's not funny to anyone else.

I don't know how i lived through this. But i am out the door almost. Still got my foot caught on that nail in the bottom frame that tells you you'll never get over it. I just need a new crush and with my eyes back on the men of UNT. I think i will be ok.

I still want a dark haired medium build/height kind of man. I'm not looking for another fucking serious relationship. I just wanna watch movies and do dates and get food and stuff. I've never been picked up for a date that could be fun. Dinner and a movie would be sooooo fucking cute. But i'll go for anything. I think i am going to try out for reality shows and try to get a Laura wants a Date Show.

Meeting men is hard. I say a cute one in the street and i didn't hit him with my car. So i think that should show i thought he was hot. There was a guy at walmart and another on the sideway at UNT. So i am feeling like meeting guys is the hardest part. There are plenty of cute boys in Denton. Plus UNT is huge. I think this will be nice single and looking and just having some open fun and going to hang out god knows where.

So far....

So this is what i can make of it, so far.

I really don't know what to make of it. I am alone. Ravel broke my heart. He broke it as much as he loved it. This wasn't my first love by far, but this was my greatest love. I know this sounds stupid, but i can't talk bad about him. I have been beaten and bruised, destroyed completely and abused, physical, sexually, and mentally. I've had boyfriends who hurt me and hated me, who controlled me and made me into nothing. Made me less then dirt. Made me without friends and family. Made me lose not only them but myself.

But Ravel is not one of any of those. He loved me and took care of me. My family is back in my life, i have tons of friends. I wouldn't know anyone in this apartment if i never met Ravel. When he and me had hard times, they would of been sweet times in my past relationships. He was selfish and ignored me sometimes yes. He was a bit of a pervert and really didn't define a true passion for anything besides tits. So he wasn't perfect. He made mistakes and sometimes i exaggerated it to be the worst i dealt with. However to my defense, you never tell a boyfriend what is truly this or that.

A past boyfriend tried to hit my father with his car. I never told Ravel as long as he thanked my dad for buying food and didn't hit him with his car... my father would love him.

However i lost all of that over not being selfish. I didn't want to hang out and drink and waste money over something i felt, he should have time to be with just friends. I am not needed at every moment of everyday. I know this. Even if i don't always use the best self control over it.

The point is, I can't be mad at Ravel. I really wish i could. I really wish i could do more then break a bunch of plates. Then show my angry over frying pans and the ceramic plates, bowels, salad plates and three little mugs.(15 piece set) But it was fun to think i bought a whole set of dishes with the sole purpose of destroying them.

I will miss him. He was the best boyfriend, to say the very least, the best man i have ever had in my life. Before him there was almost no me. If i feel this way and he dumped me like yesterday's news, how can i even think of being surprised over someone else wanting him. If i was looking in the perfect little life we had it would be easy to see it could be my own. It can't though. Without me, without him, we are missing one half of this perfect relationship. Simply filling in a spot with another random person will never get the same magical by chance outcome we got.

What i am saying is Ravel and me, Laura, had a real kind of love. One i would of done anything to keep a hold of, however i understand sometimes people make the wrong decision. This i believe was one of them for me. I think my best interest would have me where i should be, which is where i was. I can't decide for him.

Though there's not a lot of times i've been single in my life. So i am not just going to piss this off to the side. I also have not slept in two days, in fear that i will wake up and this will not just be some crazy dream. This might sound weird, my letter, i hope it does get my point across in the way i meant it.

Update.

I got dumped yesterday.

Today i found a girl in his closet.

No one loves me.

Just fuck facebook.

Fuck this whole stupid system. I should be in bed. But i feel like i have failed my mission for today.
I fucked up the only thing i loved about my day to day life. But if i really think about it i don't think this is more of my mistake. Mainly because i'm not boring, unattractive, and not at all interesting.
I am actually a really great girl. I am super cute and funny.
Regine and me are going to all these events in the next weeks to come. I have 40 dollars and i think i am going to spoil myself. I haven't decided what i deserve yet. I should get a treat. Pretty girls deserve gifts. When there is no one else to reward me, i shall reward myself.

I really hope he drops off my blanket and stuff tomorrow.

I am hungry. I shouldn't be up so late. Especially over something that was going to happen no matter what. I might as well enjoy this time i have by myself, i'm sure i will get trap in another world wind romance soon.

Is sitting in this boat alone.

That is all.

I am sick still after 2 months.

So i feel all kinds of sick. I wish i had my insurance card. I've been sick for two months and Ravel is hurt today it rained i just stayed home and did nothing. I still have homework to do. :( I can't even remember which classes i have tomorrow. I think it is weaving and crochet but i can't remember. My eyeballs want to fall outta their sockets and i might not stop them. My back hurts and i feel horrible today. I hate being sick. I hate people seeing me as sick. This stupid cough thing needs to hit the road for reals. Bye bye cough thanks for stopping by. Gross. I am going to do more homework. LAME!

Who the fuck does that?

There is a stupid bitch i am friends with on facebook and every fucking time i happen to run across her page she has a different fucking birthday. Just the day most of the time but one time its month was changed too.
What a Moron! You're birthday isn't a mood ring. It doesn't change. Who the fuck does that?
Maybe i am just a super bitch, but serious what a fucking moron. Not saying i like everything else about her but this is just one of those things that i can't understand. Are you really that fucking confused, if so drop out of college. You can't tell me this is a mistake every time. EVERY TIME, REALLY?

My birthday is July 3rd. No 2nd. 15th sounds cool. How about March, yeah March. No i'm going back the the 2nd of July instead. The 4th. Ok that's it, the 5th.
IT'S THE FUCKING 3RD. You have no choice if you didn't want that day you should of worked harder to get outta there, or you should of fucking held on till the day you were looking for. She was probably a cesarean section.

Whatever it's just proof of someone being a moron.

I have a good hold on reality.

I need to but i don't wanna sleep. I wanna read and drink and enjoy my life. I actually had a good day, take that sad faces. I am happy. I am happy again. I am happy with Ravel, my lover boy. Hot man candy too. Like this picture of us. Totally Real. Not a Lie.

I got a little drunk today and made 3 milk cake. I made it through my classes somehow again. I thought my Monday was my Tuesday and so the other way around. I am reading a new book. NO! No its not a romance novel. (Mostly because i am a third through and still no romance) But it does have Fabio. I need to get back into reading. Sleeping alone does allow some reading to get in. Though i didn't do that. I printed photos and told Ravel i love him a million times.

Everytime i have picked a book to read i just feel like i've been down this book's story and i drop it. Not funny all fiction. All crazy fiction. Meat Packaging is the only not romantic/ should i marry, should i grow myself as a woman bullshit. I am outta that area i believe. I don't even want to read my Warhol Diaries and i worked months to find and get that book in such great shape. Popism too. Whatever. I need to sleep but there is an update.

Today was a short shorts and boots day.

This is my official statement: (I am like VH1 and 51 minds)

I didn't do a back up check on this one and somehow she became Kevin's other BFF. So i dealt with it in a grown up fashion. I decided when i heard this was Kevin last year here in Spring 2008 that this too would be my last year of friendship with her. I was always nice and polite and tried my best even though this wasn't what i wanted to deal with. I am friends with people who are interesting and smart, well mostly i'm not friends with losers who wake and bake all fucking day. I mean really? really? WTF.

I can't believe this. It just came outta no where. Who just decides it's their right to become the fashion police? And honestly why are it always the ugly girls with advice on how to become better. It's not working for you. Something tells me i am doing ok in my shorts.

Whatever, you don't mess with Laura Fucking Green without a recall. I don't stand for potheads to run all over me. She messed with the wrong fat bitch in short shorts.

Can't wait till Sunday.

Ok Ravel can come back now. I miss him a million times more than i should for only a week of him not being here. Sleeping alone sucks so much. I hate going to bed alone, I hate waking up alone. I hate cooking for one. I hate doing the dishes. I hate my big bed. I hate going out alone. I hate buying less than five dollars of taco bell. I hate sitting on the couch all day. I hate watching crappy tv. I hate thinking only for me. I hate dressing knowing no one cares, and even if they do i don't. I hate trying to think up what i wanna do, without thinking up what he wants to do. (even if its just being with me.)

I hate not having my best friend everywhere. I hate now having my sexy hunky venny ven boy toy everywhere. I love him. I miss him. I need him to be here to take care of. xoxoxox.

Octopus Heart

I wish i thought of this. This person is a genius. I have really enjoy both hearts and of course Octopus. This person put 1 and 1 together. I feel stupid.

If you like this too. I hope you do. They print this design on shirts on esty.
Here is the awesome link.

I wanna be mega rich.

I wanna be on the fabulous life of the rich and famous. More than that i want to be fabulous and rich. Instead i feel like i am being eaten by fleas. I feel like i am at least. I think it's the heat to my stupid computer. I wish i had a computer just for the sims. I wanna play the sims. I want a lot of things.

If i was rich i would pay for school for me and ravel. I would buy those target shoes. I would get a new car. I would also go out and party hard!!!

You're hair was long...

.....when we first met.

So my love is gone. He left both his cell phone chargers, like the only boy i love would. At least i have my credit cards. house keys. drivers' license. you know the important stuff. However i only really want him back home. I don't care how lame and sappy i sound.
He makes me happy. He puts me outta order and nothing fits. Everything is where is can be and not where it should be. He makes life more fun. I feel bad. Always sitting at home and not going out with him. But honestly, when i drink even a drink a night i get sick. I am sick. I have no money. If i go out then he is going to spend money he shouldn't and he needs a camera more than i need a drink.
I need to go to bed. All i want to do is be in bed. Someday he will leave and i will never be able to get outta bed.
Sometimes, mostly here lately because i am sick and have to much down time, i don't think i am a good enough girl. I also feel this is me, destroying my only happiness, because i don't want to be left in bed after he leaves for good.
I don't know why i even stopped be good. I wanna blame my leg, because it let me for once just be taken care of. Never has anyone taken care of me. Now i don't want to let go of all the ways i am still treated like a princess. But i think this is becoming selfish and i think if i cut off a couple now i will make a good choice.

This year is going to be different, sadly. I have to work hard. My love has to work harder. We have to work apart because nothing gets done when we are around. I hope next year we get an apartment. That would make me so happy to see a third year outta this pure greatness i truly believe i have.

I am honestly sad on day one. I can't sleep without my kiddo next to me. I wanna make him a present for when he gets home. I won't tell you what. Because sometimes he cares to know what i write in this thing.

"Dust off your Fuck me Pumps"

I really want these sexy boots at target. :( But they are 30 dollars and i wouldn't wear them as much as i honestly wanted too.

Barbies, Art, and Me

I wish i could go back to my world of barbies here now a days. I am tired of dealing with people i don't like, in barbie land... those people don't even exist. Everything works out and prince charmings don't ignore you when you're sick for a week.
I also always had rocking outfits and tons of things to do. Money doesn't exist. Everyone only takes what they need. Nothing more, nothing less. I have been wanting to use legos and barbies in my art. I want to stamp up some new pieces on how one girl-me, played in the world she created. I like the idea of exposing that very weird part of my childhood through fiber arts and using it somehow in a pop art way. Of course. I think i will be looking for old barbies to take apart and make stamps of. I want to do this in metal smithing to maybe. I am kind of inspired by this Artist I know Google Barbie jewelry.

I always loved Barbie and thought life was perfect when i was locked in my room for hours with her and my world.
I really like the idea of super villain killing machine barbies. That's what my were. My Barbie always wore spy/super villain gear and have rooms no one knew of in her house. Rooms for catching aliens, spying, mostly crazy space story lines. These rooms would have nuclear items that would explode at random and cause earthquakes. Destroying Everything.

I don't think i want to go into it that far in my art. But i like the image i still have for something so negative towards whatever i try to become. I'll never be as smart and beautiful as a barbie, I'll never be as fake and forgotten as a Barbie either.

Give me a fucking break.

Sorry I haven't posted. I've been sick and ruining lives so I'll be back this school year at the latest.

In a mood.

Well i think it is time i start posting again. All my lame ass roommates moved out. Or so i thought yesterday i realized the apartment had fleas. Yeah.
So i sent all the mail back to the senders cause it's annoying to pay 10 dollars for flea control. I wasn't able to get a job this year, so i am poor as shit. I wish everything would get better. I wanna be able to go out and drink and have fun. But i don't have any money. lame.

So these strange "cleaners" keep coming over. They don't speak any English they aren't going any work. They aren't polite or nice. One was even pregnant today. So what was she suppose to do? Paint, heavy lifting, or was just going to pick up the condom wrappers Crystal left? The answers is nothing. She did nothing they walked in laughed and talked in Spanish and then giggled out the door. They didn't do shit. I have to do everything myself. What a bunch of fucking morons!

I can't do anymore. I don't have anymore money for this month. I bought 3 bug sprays, a ton of cleaners, i had to spray for fleas yesterday, i need to replace dishes they took...

ok sorry i have to go!

PEW PEW PEW!! Imma going to shoot them with my rubberband lazor!

So my lame roommates move out in exactly 126 hours and 58 minutes or about in about 4 days. I hate them. I hope they all move in with people who smell and steal from them and have hot loud amazing sex every hour or so. I hope the walls are so paper thin you can piratically see through them.

So i almost have Ravel's birthday put together. Woo Hoo!

I still need to finish a lot of things though

• In and Out sign
• Mail Box
• Welcome Sign
• Buy/make Curtains
  
• But Thumb tacks
• Need Food for week
• Make Fashion Model
• Make clothes/ Halloween outfit started
• Clean all of apartment
• Sneak Regine's things into my closet
• kick old room mates out.
  
• Rock out in my underpants.
  

Goodwill can

If i had a parade everyone would shit on it.

So my stupid skank roommate was outside with her dumb ass drunken boyfriend and their dog, while i was making a pizza. She wanted to know how my party was and why she wasn't invited more so. This is why it was at Ravel's apartment.
So i told her my mother came into the apartment and smelled the weed they were smoking and told me they were allowed to come. Which i think she felt bad.
She started blabbing about moving out and how she hadn't pack and i was like umm you need to by next friday. 10 days bitch.
So she sits and thinks about it and then tells me. "I can have all my stuff out by the 31st, but i think i will just leave it in the hallway/living room. I will probably have it out by the time the girls move in on the 15th of August"- (two weeks later) My two alone weeks.
"I might just hang out in the living room and just take some stuff to my dumbass boyfriend's until the girls show up. We can all hang out and i'll be the fifth roommate."

I am seriously at the point of slapping her.

"You don't mind do you." It wasn't a question. I didn't answer. Cause i don't have a say. The contract says renew or get your shit out on the 31st of July 2009. I am going to go to the office friday. Because she made it clear she is living with another girl in the apartment, who also has to move out that day.

I am going to be on their ass on the 31st.

If there is anything in my apartment on the 1st of august. I am looking through it and taking what i want. After that i am taking it to the office, if they won't take it goodwill probably can. They can go get it from there.
I am checking the windows to make sure they are locked on the 31st that night.

I wanna own a home.....

just so i can do the kitchen like one of these.

80's night more like lame ass night.

I am serious tired of 80's night. I think i am getting old. I like 80s music and i like the people i know who go. I like Hailey's but everything i go it's just a bunch on big haired bitches. Well actually it's nasty creepy old guys, moms, and high school skanks that never even fucking lived in the 80s. They all need to fuck off. I the cute people, a couple of drunk whores, and all the hot 80s madness back. At least the queen of the big haired bitches isn't there for the past two weeks, she's across the ocean which i fucking love the distance. It's been like a vacation for me too.

Laura wears Short Shorts.

So I finally finished my shorts, it took two days but still. So i figured out buttons and zippers and maybe button holes. Well sore of. I have a great buttonhole that's what matters. They fit really well and i really like them. they make my butt look big and i love it. J-Lo butt woo woo. Yesterday i also bought white swim-wear, but now realize it maybe see thru so i will use it as my back to school bag then. :) It's super cute and has black and blue and purple outlines of flowers and i love it. I don't care if its a bag or a swimsuit. I am excited. I am also going to try to finally finish my 80's prom dress. That i told Kevin i would make a million years ago.

On another good note, my diet thingy, if you can call it that is working, I feel better and i think my tummy is smaller. I mean look how great i look in these pictures. :)

A Short about Short Shorts

So i sore of made shorts yesterday. I got some free black shorts in a size that is sometimes when i am lucky my size however today and every other day i tried them on they weren't. they fit, they were just to tight and i looked fat in them so i am like one size bigger to make it look good you know but anyways. I cut them up and took out the cuffs and re hem them and made them in to a size that fits. I am proud of myself i still need to buy black fabric to re cuff them at the bottom cause i liked that look. and i want to redo the pockets and i need a new zipper. but them now fit really nicely.

This is the first time i've ever even attempted this kind of project. I made me a cape and some gloves once. The gloves didn't fit but what's new? I also made a "homemade" looking wallet for ravel, when i get better i'll make him another. Ok that's it i made shorts.

Things I'm now addicted too

So there are a bunch of things in which have made me to busy to write in this here damn blog.
One Big Brother 11 is on, which if you know all the lame things about me, you know I looooove Big Brother. I know it's reality t.v. but i am in love with it. It was the second reality game show was out and i can't believe how good it still is. It's high school themed and i can't help myself.
I really want to be on this show, i am finally old enough but i need to be single to do it. Cause everything someone will a boyfriend gets on there they make an ass out of their loved one. I'm too nice to make Ravel look stupid for dating me on national television. But if Ravel leaves me.....I'm going for it.

Also their is restaurant city and pet society on facebook. I need a life. But mostly i am drinking at night so i am pretty much sleeping more. I am also going to try to go to the gym. I need to start working out and looking even hotter, because i'm already looking super good and i want to keep it that way.
I bought a ton of stuff for my apartment today and i am soooooo excited. Oh shit. :)

Note to Self

Make this dress.

i don't really want to post now.

So my birthday was last week. I got drunk until umm i don't know. I'm drinking now! Happy Birthday Me!

Tomorrow is my MUTHER FUCKIN Birthday.

I think i'm a blog reading whore. I want to joy as many as i can so there is always something to read.

But really this blog is about my birthday tomorrow. I am soooooo FUCKING EXCITED AND I JUST CAN'T (and i'm not even trying to ) HIDE IT. But today is Victor's Birthday. I tried to think of something for him all day. I think i will just make sure to get him something by his party.

What know what saddens me though to think i'm finally 21 and there's no drank anymore. Where am i going to go and know for sure the drink that guy just bought me is drugged. What is this world coming to that you can't go to the drank and get date raped anymore? The economy needs to get better.

I think thats all this morning.

First an electro girl, next stop a second class hoe.

Um. I didn't really have a plan after the title page. So today i found out i'm Indie Royalty. Weird huh? Me and my target shirt don't seem to agree with that facebook quizz NO MATTER WHAT IT SAYS!

But i have decided on the clothes, i mean outfits, of my birthday extravaganza. Also the music is picked out, but if we party past 7 hours there are going to be repeats. I know but no one sent me by indie royalties so i can only pick out of the 7542 songs I have now. There is only so much Hannah Montana you can sing to in 7 hours.

So i think Karen O and her awesome style is my new favorite real role model. Not another Fake one i know.

So i wrote this as a button and hoes blog but it's about to much of me and not enough funny.

I WANNA SLEEP WITH HIM
I KNOW I KNOW
PUSHING IN THE PIN
WE'RE GOING TO GO BACK IN
WE'RE GOING TO GO GO GO
DEN DEN DEN DEN

Birthday week in Pictures

Ok this is my birthday week in pictures.

Sunday- June 28th

Monday- June 29th

Tuesday- June 30th

Wednesday- July 1st

Thursday- July 2nd

Friday July-3rd

Saturday July 4th

Sunday July 5th

My Backpack has JETS!

Today is the day for some Robot, designer cupcakes and some Amy Winehouse after too much Mc Chris.

Weaving Class Nonsense

So when i was going into middle school my parents decided to try a separation, before signing papers. So i lived with my father during middle school. When i was about to start high school, my dad was worried us moving back in with my mother maybe a bad idea. We had to find a new place if so, the place he liked the most was one across the street from a new high school i would have to go to. Poteet High School. I would be a Pirate instead of a Dragon. Green instead of Blue. I would be new instead of a Spice Girl still. What can i say i was still know for that in middle school.
I wanted to be with my new bf though and of course with Jessica.

Best decision in my life.

All i am trying to say is if you're fat bitch ass comes in the door an hour and a half late, with more excuses than pounds on your fat ass. My first worry wouldn't be where's the radio, for the mixed cd you were probably mostly late trying to decide which My Chemical Romantic song fit with that Seether song you neeeeeed on there.

God and right in front of my station again. I'm going to fuck that bitch UPPPPP!

Removed

So she is always high. And totally stupid. So i deleted her from the party.

I only invited that stupid ass, cause i thought Kevin told her he was flying in to see his best fucking friend ever, me. But i could not get a hold of him, when i called. So i added her to avoid a problem. But now i deleted her. I will do it again and again if i must i'm never going to tell her where the party is, which i decided after inviting that skank. But honestly the idea of a cheap bottle of something she won't really bring wouldn't be worth it. So fuck it she's out.

Thanks Kevin for not answering your phone.

Pictures of Yesterday

Another complaint.

So i was having a great week/day, until my dumbass boyfriend yelled at me all over town and then jumped from my car like an insane 15 year old. Don't worry it's not his fault though. I didn't want to get my car towed so i said we could just walk. I'm a bitch.

So i'm eating hard pears from a jar with a spoon. I left all my food at his place cause my roommates suck. Which was great idea until he attempted to jump from my car. He promises to take me out later which i am sure will be as wonderful as the rest of the day has been.

So leaving food at his place is dumb.

Me and my big mouth.

Shake it like a ladder to the sun....


like a mad man on the run.

Cowboy Boots.

I want metallic pink/purple/blue/sliver cowboy boots.