piiCk me up now , ii need you SOO bad .
**
lala91
|
::
2004 23 August :: 9.21pm
i want someone where i wouldnt mind spending everyday out on their corner in the pouring rain
i want someone who doesnt care what other peole think of him
i want someone who will dance the electric slide with me and have no shame in it
i want someone who is so laid back that they wear flip flips
i want someone who will make me happy
"i cant get n0 satisfaction" lmao. --andi
went t0 nd laughed in class f0r a freakin h0ur ab0ut japan and a potato fammily...?
p0or lil lacey has t0 be all bah herself in p.e... 0n the 0ther side 0f t0wn ::snifF..
nd since miZ jiZz never freakin ims me 0r c0mments.. =(
haha
ima g0.. i <3 b0o!
ptf0
kaylalala
4 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
Rina
|
::
2004 23 August :: 8.54pm
not even two weeks. and i change it.
the layout whore is here to stay.
i got a kick ass watch from target. whee.
3 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
Rina
|
::
2004 22 August :: 1.02am
:: Mood: dizzy
define change.
it is 1 in the morning.
and i am writing an essay, watching batman, and eating ice cream. simultaneously.
how fucking great is that.
multi-tasking. jeez.
but yesterday i was feeling really dizzy. i almost fainted in my room.
i dont know why. and, suprise, more strange dreams. this one was about lemonade, im pretty sure.
school on monday. thank god. free lunch for 3 weeks.
i saw without a paddle. it was perfect. holy shit, man.
but anyways. more essay work for me.
ta.
5 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
lala91
|
::
2004 20 August :: 1.45am
theres . . millions
of guys out `v` there but in
the end it all comes down to
only o.n.e--when you find
the right person..all of a
sudden anything is
p o s s i b l e
* xoxo *
V
start it all 0ver...
|
lovethehibiscus
|
::
2004 19 August :: 10.05pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: unmade bed - sonic youth...AH ITS SUCHA DRUG..cant..stop..playing
random shtuff alphabet
a.) is for andrea. never calll my on-drey-uh or i may be liable to kick you in the shin afterwards. its an-dree-uh, thankyouverymuch
b.) is for brandon. thank goodness school starts on monday and i wont have to watch him anymore. he drives me up the walls. i feel bad for his teachers. yesterday he came into the dining room and exclaimed that he was Jesus. he is an odd one. he is my brother. oh oh oh i am sooo lucky.
c.) is for collage. i collaged a chunk of my wall with my art and art from magazines. i love it. i used mucho scotch tape but i love it and its all good..in the hood...yo
d.) is for drawing. i once drew a hibiscus on the bottom of my foot out of boredom and cause i had tattoo pens, it rubbed off on too my tan flip flop. you shoulda seen my yahtzee card from last night...doodles all over it. i am horrible at drawin faces. like 1 out of every 6 faces i draw come out looking human-like.
e.) is for email. thank goodness for email. i dont know how i could possibly survive using regular mail. when i was writin to rina in sweden over the summer i would go to the mailbox everyday.."where is that letter? jeez it takes forever. me=loves gettin regular mail, mondo-ly dislikes waitin for it
f.) is for flip flops. i am proud to say that i have 12 pairs. ya got the ghetto kind (the front flaps up..but there is a roll of duct tape in the flap to get em together..ah they are so comfy), the pink and black checkered ones where i am in the screw what everyone thinks kinda mood and just want to mismatch just to piss people off, the chunky tan ones that make me 5'4 and have the hibiscus on it (think letter d), and 9 others. i have a flip flop collection. yay.
g.) is for gingerbread. i have read gingerbread by rachel cohn like 10 times or more. it is so good. i think after i get offline..ima go read it again. if ya havent read it, hit the library and give it a whirl. i can wait til the sequel to it 'shrimp' comes out next year. woot.
h.) is for happiness. people people people...be HAPPY! live is too short to be angry or sad or some other negative mood. i read once that one minute of sadness is one minute of happiness that you will never get back. so dont worry...be happy.
i.) is for Ireland. ah i so want to travel to there. let the clovers grow and the irish beer flow. ah just playin. if i ever get mega mega rich one day..ima build a gargantuan mansion complete with a bowlin alley and a rollerdisco rink on acres and acres of land. 'andies rollerdisco....afros required...dancing skills optional'
j.) is for junkie. i am a fair junkie. i love fairs. ooooh especially the ones in november cause i love autumn and love ridin and havin the chilly wind whiskin about. cant forget about elephant ears. ah those are so so good. i saw this kit where you could make your own elephant ears, almost got it, but it wouldnt be the same. gravitron is a mucho sweet ride. just started ridin it last year and i loooove it. after the third time in a row ya ride it...then ya start gettin quite woozy.
k.) is for kicking. the other day i was fightin with robyn over this stick thing and i went to go kick robyn in the back of the leg while i was standing infront of him. i accidentaly kicked him in the shin..with the side of my foot. it hurt sooooo bad. i limped all that night. it is really bruised right now. i learned my lesson. no more kicking people.
l.) is for lunchables. yay for lunchables. i could LIVE ON the pizza lunchables. ya know? the ones where ya make the pizza with the sauce and cheese. always the ones with the two types of cheese cause i dont even wanna know what is in their so called 'pepperoni.'
m.) is for 'My problem is you make me melt and I don’t want to be frozen anymore.' that is a line from have you ever by incubus. i once told..errr..sent that to someone and i meant it. i didnt get a reply back from him. oh well, thats in the past now. i dont regret saying it at all.
n.) is for 'nineteen.' a couple days ago i was in my aunts rv and my cousin, my cousin's boyfriend, and my aunt and i were watchin the olympics. i said somethin like 'he is only nineteen,' but nineteen came out sooo southern and twanggy. it was funny. then my aunt, my cousin, and my cousin's boyfriend mimicked how i said it. what can i say? ima florida cracker..born an raised.
o.) is for op guy. he hangs on my magnetic board in my room. brandon boyd and matt taylor are on the magnetic board too. they are all very very good lookin boys. mike morrisey will be on the magnetic board soon.
p.) is for photo album. i have one that i update when i am bored. it is cool. it has magazine sayings and written sayings from me in the space with the picture commenting on the picture. once i get my pictures back from my cruise then i will be updatin it like cuh-razy.
q.) is for quiet. i am kinda quiet in clases cause i wanna pass and there is usually no one to talk to but wooo boy outta class i need a muzzle. i am loud. i speak my mind. the other day i went to the movies with my cousin jackie. these noisy kids sat next to us. and when the movie began this one girl semi-screamed at my cousin, 'HEY IS THIS THE PRINCESS DIARIES 2??!?' and i looked leaned forward and looked past my cousin and past an empty seat and at the girl and said, 'no, its jurassic park.'
r.) is for rubiks cube. i got one for christmas and it drives me crazy. it sits on my stereo between my various retro smurf figurines and wine glass full of seashells and once in a while i take it down and try to figure it out. i think the rubiks cube was invented by the devil.
s.) is for scuba steve. when my computer acts up i yell 'DAMN YOU SCUBA STEVE!' at it. so scuba steve kinda became my computers name. yea, my computer has a name. ima geek but its all good. this computer likes to often shut off outta the middle of nowhere. ON ITS OWN! cue to me yelling a certain line from a certain adam sandler movie.
t.) is for tampa bay bucs. yea ima bucs fan. whats it to you bub? haha just playin. cant wait for the 2004 season to kick off. then i can dig out my large alstott jersey and have an excuse to yell 'RUN! RUN! RUN!' at the tv. the team got a little dismantled this year but gruden can coach em to victory. GO BUCS!
u.) is for umbrella tree. we have an umbrella tree in our cubicle courtyard. it would shed and shed soo many leaves daily. and guess who's chore it was to sweep em up, put em in a pile, put the pile in a trash bag, and haul the trash bag to the dumpster? me, i was the lucky one. well hurricane charley blew like half of the leaves off that umbrella tree. HA HA!
v.) is for very sexy for her 2. that is the perfume i wear. aaahhh it smells so good. tis a little stong. i have justa lil bit of it left. tear.
w.) is for wonderwall. i was gonna put 'without a paddle' cause i want to see that but then i thought of wonderwall by oasis and now i cant get the song outta my head. 'cause maybe, your gonna be the one that saves me, and after all youre my wonderwall.'
x.) is for xylophone. when i was 6 i would always play with my lil one year old cousins brightly colored playskool xylophone. i could do twinkle twinkle little star, mary had a little lamb, annd are you sleeping? (i was gonna put the french name for the song but im not even gonna try to spell that sucker) buuut i could also the first like 3 notes from 'somewhere over the rainbow.' i would play the 3 notes over and over again yet never find any other notes. oh shnap!
y.) is for yearbooks. when bored i always dig out my ol yearbooks from elementary and middle school and look at how much my friends and myself have changed over the years. it also makes me remember some good memories from those times. 'A LITTLE DAB'LL DO YA!'
z.) is for zumiez. zumiez is a store up north. they had one in this huuuuuge mall i was in in syracuse. it is a snowboard/skate shop chock full with sweet roxy and billabong shtuff and other rad stuff. i wish we had a zumiez. too bad the snowboard part would be totally useless down here in the florida heat.
ta-da i am FINALLY DONE!
andie andie oxenfree***
1 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
lala91
|
::
2004 18 August :: 11.45pm
:: Music: ashlee simps0n cd*
y0ur my 0ptimism.
im g0nna have a kick ass birthday party.
b0o... i luVv y0u like a fat kidd luVvs cake . y0u kn0w mah style i say ne ting t0 make y0u .::smile =P
i went skatin wif ryan, brandon, scott, simon ((i luVv that lil mexican)) devin nd chris nd coby nd chree (...?) well i didnt skate but yeah, they did. it was funN.
nd i went bowling tonight wif rach nd kris nd david nd bailey nd his lil br0s. im g0nns miss br0oklyn.. she was like mah older sister
::sniff::
<3
3 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
Rina
|
::
2004 18 August :: 1.15pm
:: Mood: crazed. i'm going insane, really.
:: Music: somebody help me - full blown rose
such fickle words
no school for the rest of the week.
stupid fucking charley.
we've had a total of four days of school. and i would like to go back and see all of my friends in my classes. grah.
im still having really messed up dreams.
last night consisted of obstacle courses, being blind, and running down dusty hills.
anyways. so far in school, chem is my favorite because winter kicks ass.
everyone thinks he is gay though, and i wouldnt be suprised if he was. not to sound stereotypical.
and i learned how to play piano yesterday.
im not very good, i can only do one song from memory.
but ive written a few songs. and im trying to get the melody on the piano, so i can transfer it to guitar.
"and i dream of a place called home."
5 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
lovethehibiscus
|
::
2004 18 August :: 12.15pm
:: Mood: :)
:: Music: sonic youth - unmade bed
learn it, live it, love it
Look who's come back home again
Loser looking for his lucky break
This time he says he just needs a friend
Ain't on the run he ain't on the take
Can you take this door babe
Will you just undo the chain
Will you take your time before you
Mix up love, his love and pain
Loneliness lays down his head
Wants to get you high, better take it now
A man like that's like an unmade bed
Stained eyes searching for another way out
Does it matter if you even want this
Maybe you just don't care
All I know it takes just one kiss, babe
For you - he's never there
Hey I know it's kinda hard
And maybe this time it will never end
Hit and run lover back in your heart
Answered prayers you should never have sent
Cuz now that you're in his arms babe
You know you're just in his way
Suckered by his fatal charm, oh girl
It's time we get away
-sonic youth
ahh i LOVE this song so so much
i kinda relate in a way
being suckered by ones fatal charm sucks
but this song is my new drug
i love the beat
its very me
andie andie oxenfree***
1 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
Rina
|
::
2004 13 August :: 11.43am
:: Mood: curious
:: Music: rasmus
i awake to find no peace of mind
its hard for me to explain what happened over the summer.
my perspectives shifted. i think differently on topics than i did before, but i guess that's natural. i will show pictures when i can. because pictures replacing words is becoming evermore common in our society.
but ive had two nightmares. one is long and strange. its too long to type. if you really want to know (which i doubt you do) then just tell me and i will.
but my other nightmare is different. i didn't feel scared during it. and although you may call me morbid, or twisted, or delusional, in a sense it was almost beautiful.
i still dont know why i categorize it as a nightmare, but i guess its the only word that can describe it.
a guy that is 18 years old wearing faded denim jeans is dragging a girl by the hair across a cement floor. her hair is blond and she is clawing at this boy's arm, but he doesn't notice.
and the girl looks like she is screaming her lungs out. crying and screaming for her life. but all i hear is opera music.
and i can remember it so vividly.
she didn't open her eyes. i only saw the boy's legs. but i knew he was 18. don't ask how, its a dream. her top was a beige-ish color, and it was smudged with dirt along the shoulder. the guy was wearing dark brown shoes, they kind of looked like boots.
but i just heard this beautiful opera music.
i cant even describe it.
4 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
bugga3
|
::
2004 12 August :: 7.37pm
Wow what a waste of 2 dollars noone reads my journal any more..
-x0
ME
2 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
lala91
|
::
2004 12 August :: 6.11pm
sch0ols c0ol cept the drama a c0urse. get t0 sit wif mah bo0 b0th lunches. all mah classes are c0ol. cept reading. uhm.. IM A GR0UPIE!! haha. i havnt updated in awhile. i miss britt!! nd kaela nd daniela nd every0ne. nd mark ndj0sh.. therr n0rmally here every mornin. nd 0n the bus.
hurricane time!! lol. me nd mah br0 were thr0wing all the 0utside furniture int0 the p0ol.. i guess y0ur supp0sed t0 d0 that..? lol. kinda scared. but g0nna be wif mark nd mia. i guess it w0nt be s0 bad. n0 cheerleadin til m0nday. :-D.. g0nna g0. c0mmmmment if ya wanna.
<3
3 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
Rina
|
::
2004 12 August :: 5.57pm
:: Mood: blank
:: Music: yellow
what's left thats worth anything anymore?
i = layout whore.
start it all 0ver...
|
Rina
|
::
2004 11 August :: 5.14pm
:: Mood: happy
because reactions aren't enough anymore
im back.
jetlagged.
school's good.
chem rocks.
eye candy in the halls.
friends.
cheesewagon to and from.
work in pre-calc.
more in english.
same teacher.
love being a sophomore.
start it all 0ver...
|
lovethehibiscus
|
::
2004 9 August :: 7.24pm
:: Mood: happy//laughin
:: Music: sheryl crow - my favorite mistake
ima goth....well accordin to this..orange is the new black then
If Your Child is a Gothic, Reform Through the Lord!
Listed below are some warning signs to indicate if your child may
have gone astray from the Lord.
Gothic (or goth) is a very obscure and often dangerous culture that
young teenagers are prone to participating in. The gothic culture
leads young, susceptible minds into an imagined world of evil, darkness,
and violence. Please seek immediate attention through counselling,
prayer, and parental guidance to rid your child of Satan's temptations if
five or more of the following are applicable to your child:
-Frequently wears black clothing.
-Wears band and/or rock t-shirts.
-Wears excessive black eye makeup, lipstick or nailpolish.
-Wears any odd, silver jewelry or symbols. Some of these include:
reversed crosses, pentagrams, pentacles, ankhs or various other
Satanic worshipping symbols.
-Shows an interest in piercings or tattoos.
-Listens to gothic or any other anti-social genres of music. (Marilyn
Manson claims to be the anti-Christ, and publicly speaks against the
Lord. Please discard any such albums IMMEDIATELY.)
-Associates with other people that dress, act or speak eccentrically.
-Shows a declining interest in wholesome activities, such as: the
Bible, prayer, church or sports.
-Shows an increasing interest in death, vampires, magic, the occult,
witchcraft or anything else that involves Satan.
-Takes drugs.
-Drinks alcohol.
-Is suicidal and/or depressed.
-Cuts, burns or partakes in any other method of self-mutilation.
(This is a Satanic ritual that uses pain to detract from the light of God
and His love. Please seek immediate attention for this at your local
mental health center.)
-Complains of boredom.
-Sleeps too excessively or too little.
-Is excessively awake during the night.
-Dislikes sunlight or any other form of light. (This pertains to
vampires promoting the idea that His light is of no use.)
-Demands an unusual amount of privacy.
-Spends large amounts of time alone.
-Requests time alone and quietness. (This is so that your chid may
speak to evil sprits through meditation.)
-Insists on spending time with friends while unaccompanied by an
adult.
-Disregards authority figures; teachers, priests, nuns and elders are
but a few examples of this.
-Misbehaves at school.
-Misbehaves at home.
-Eats excessively or too little.
-Eats goth-related foods. Count Dracula cereal is an example of this.
-Drinks blood or expresses an interest in drinking blood. (Vampires
believe this is how to attain Satan. This act is very dangerous and
should be stopped immediately.)
-Watches cable television or any other corrupted media sources. (Ask
your local church for proper programs that your child may watch.)
-Plays videos games that contains violence or role-playing nature.
-Uses the internet excessively and frequently makes time for the
computer.
-Makes Satanic symbols and/or violently shakes head to music.
-Dances to music in a provocative or sexual manner.
-Expresses an interest in sex.
-Masturbates
-Is homosexual and/or bisexual.
-Pursues dangerous cult religions. Such include: Satanism,
Scientology, Philosophy, Paganism, Wicca, Hinduism and Buddhism.
-Wears pins, stickers or anything else that contains these various
phrases: "I'm so gothic, I'm dead", "woe is me", "I'm a goth".
-Claims to be a goth.
If five or more of these apply to your child, please intervene
immediately. The gothic culture is dangerous and Satan thrives within
it. If any of these problems persist, enlist your child into your
local mental health center.
~St. Mary's Catholic Church
HAHAHAHA
andie andie oxenfree***
4 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
lovethehibiscus
|
::
2004 9 August :: 6.21pm
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: worst december - sugarcult...i am so mondo-ly addicted to this song
it's that time of the year again
school bells ringing
children singing
back to school again again
children knows that they will goes
back to school again again
that right above
is the song my grandma would always call and sing on the first day of school
she really is the sweetest thing
well now that am in high school
and start really really early
i dont get the call
makes me kinda sad
but its okay
i share the wealth of hearing this traditional song of school beginning
with my little cousins and now my brother
who just started school today
and will get to answer the phone
and listen to my grandma sing her song
until he hits high school and has to start really really early
wow i feel old now
i know for sure i will be singin this song to my chitlins on their first day of school
as they grimace and whine about how they dont want to go back and how summer flew by so fast
thanks gramm :D
andie andie oxenfree***
start it all 0ver...
|
lovethehibiscus
|
::
2004 8 August :: 6.39pm
:: Mood: thinking//happy
:: Music: strokes - last night
amazing how things change in a year
last chance
sit or dance
music's playing
heart praying
my hand is yours
my eyes roar
you look away
for some reason i stay
i ask once more
all we need is to hit the dance floor
no longer are you making me melt
says the icy cold vibes that i just felt
i won't run out the door and cry
for that was my final try
you blew your last chance
it's time for me to ask someone else to dance
andie andie oxenfree***
start it all 0ver...
|
Rina
|
::
2004 8 August :: 6.24pm
:: Mood: jetlagged
i'm back like WHOA.
4 dr0p everything |
start it all 0ver...
|
lovethehibiscus
|
::
2004 7 August :: 7.00pm
:: Mood: happy still woo
:: Music: worst december - sugarcult
this sugarcult song makes me smile the one i wrote and am posting makes me wonder
Last Laugh
thought you were so cunning
with your stand up act
the joke was on me
you didnt look back
chorus:
the world is a joke
and i'm just the punchline
was it that funny to
leave me here behind
you dont see me laughing
thought youd be the joker
have you some fun
wont take you back now
whos the lonely one
now im the one laughing
the world is a joke
and i'm just the punchline
was it that funny to
leave me here behind
wasnt slapping my knee
or crying tears of joy
face not full of glee
you stupid selfish boy
the world is a joke
and i'm just the punchline
was it that funny to
leave me here behind
the world is a joke
nobody's laughing too
one day you'll grow up
and see the jokes on you
andie andie oxenfree***
start it all 0ver...
|
lovethehibiscus
|
::
2004 7 August :: 6.56pm
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: memory - sugarcult
a whole lotta nothing
I regret nothing.
I wish for nothing.
I try to remember nothing.
There seems to be nothing wrong.
Yet nothing seems to be right.
Nothing to do about the past.
Nothing to do about the future.
Except to wait for that nothing to become something.
andie andie oxenfree***
start it all 0ver...
|
lovethehibiscus
|
::
2004 7 August :: 6.53pm
:: Mood: happy still
:: Music: she's the blade - sugarcult...thanks shroom!
i know how he feels
i read this a while ago one someone's journal
it made me really think
it was so true
and so sweet
and i know how he felt
enjoy! :)
What she doesn't know will kill you
by Matt Brochu
November 21, 2003
You met her a few months ago, and somehow she managed to seep into your subconscious like that "Suga how you get so fly" song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don't know why she's there. But she is, whether you like it or not. You know her cell phone, her room phone. You can dial her Aunt Doreen's house in West Springfield (where she goes to do her laundry every two weeks) faster than you can peck-out 911. But she doesn't know.
Her screenname, that generic one with her first name followed by three to five random numbers or UMass, has its own category at the top of your buddy list. Not only do you know what a "Buddy Alert" is, you've rigged your computer to play "Fat Guy in a Little Coat" from "Tommy Boy" every time her screen name changes from gray to black. Then her away message comes down, and you have a decision to make. To IM or not to IM? These are the ridiculous games that you play on a daily basis. But she doesn't know.
She's it. All right, so maybe not "it" it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right-up-there-with-Anna-Kournikova-and-Lizzie-McGuire-on-your-list-of-people-you'd-give-anything-to-be-stranded-with-on-a-broken-down-elevator. But it's about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to UMass sweatpants, two D.P. Dough Roni Zonies, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing more. But she doesn't know.
She's gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. More like you're startled every time you see her because you notice something new in a "Where's Waldo" sort of way. More like you can't stop writing third grade run-on sentences because you can't remotely begin to describe something ... someone ... so inherently amazing. But you're a writer. You can describe anything. That's what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you're afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you'll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn't mind.
You wouldn't mind that the questioning, "Hello?" on the other end makes you want to smile and throw up at the same time. You wouldn't mind worrying about what to get her for her birthday and spending $300 when you only have $17.50 and a Triple-A card to your name. You wouldn't mind that she left your TV on and the blaring infomercials wake you up at 4 a.m. ... because it gives you a chance to watch her sleep. You don't mind that you've slipped up twice when you were hammered and hinted at how you feel, but she was too drunk to remember. So she doesn't know.
Sure, she's pretty, but it's about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what's going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you her heart would take about five years.
You remember everything she's ever said to you, and when that freaks her out you blame it on your photographic memory (which is a lie, you have a 2.7 GPA). You can't remember your teaching assistant's name, and you can't remember that your Puffton rent check was due four days ago, yet you remember the middle name of the kid who tripped her in fifth grade and gave her that cute little scar on her shoulder. Maybe it's because you actually listen when she talks. When do you actually listen? Never. But she doesn't know.
But she has a boyfriend. The kid is a tool, and you are not. He has no redeeming qualities, and you have about 38, even when you're hung over. You could kick his butt, and you've never been in a fight in your life. He treats her like crap, and you would treat her like the princess she believed herself to be on Halloween in 1988.
But she loves him. He wouldn't know what he had even if she slapped him across the face and dumped him, but somehow she still loves him. And somehow she still doesn't know.
Then, out of nowhere, she slaps him across the face and dumps him. She comes to you. You've been there before, so you seem like the smartest guy on earth. She cries, but your corny half-joke, half-compliment somehow gets a smile out of her that almost makes you feel ashamed that you're the only one around who gets to witness it. It looks like you might make her realize that all guys don't deserve to have rocks thrown at them.
But nothing changes. She doesn't know. You get that library elevator feeling in your stomach that she'll never know. You get that feeling that you'll be forced to write a cheesy Collegian column about her that makes "Sleepless in Seattle" look like "Girls Gone Wild."
You go to sleep. You wake up. She doesn't know. You're not in love. You're not obsessed. You blame it on the fact that you just need to get some, but still, it's about more than that. It would just be nice if once in your life, things worked out the way you wanted them to.
So ___________, it's about time you know*.
Now cut this out, fill in her name, and give it to her, coward. Just let me know how it works out.
andie andie oxenfree***
start it all 0ver...
|
|
Woohu.com | Random Journal
|