January 2010
going through my jack/acey/cruz stuff:)
looking behind him to make sure his coach wasn’t there, jack took out a tag and lit it up. he too a long drag before taking his phone back out to call his brother. “Derek. yeah. no, no, don’t hang up. i’m out of practice. don’t fucking hang up! i don’t care! no, i don’t want to talk to vic! hey vic. yeah, i know you’ll take care of him. no, i...
book?
i have a book ideaaaa. ha, my mom really wants me to write one so i don’t have to worry about college and whateverxD
should i share with the class/ask for feedback?
wth midterms
i have english tomorrow. to say the least… i’m screwed.
garrett hedlund as laertes sonnet.
omg. i love my newest character. so epiccccccccc. kindaxD but he’s just really adorable, and i feel as though i should just give him a hug.
help me?
i need a black & white coloring psd. something pretty:) pretty pleasee?
efrain.
my cousin’s hot boss’ name is efrain. but it’s pronounced like ‘ef-rehn’. how hot is that?
and that’s my random-arse statement for the day:)
walt & emily.
i could care less. i mean yeah, he’s a cool dude. but i evidently understand them, CAUSE I WROTE THE PLAY. and now i have to write a story about them meeting- had they met some time in history. BY TOMORROW. fjsdlkfjdskfjdslk she’s a replacement teacher. she’s not supposed to be really effin’ difficult. and i’m not supposed to be cursing.
and who wants to tell me why...
you-go-coco started following you
haaaaaaaaay right back atchaahhh:) thanks for the follow back! back follow… reverse follow… follow.
this is what happens when i get bored and i’m on caution.
four o'clock.
it’s time for tyra:) why i watch this show… i do not know. however my now-daily tyra watch and salad eat is starting to grow on me.
i have physical therapy tonight. yyyayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
i will try to fix you.
i’m sick again. and right now i am supposed to be writing a play that revolves around emily dickinson and walt whitman meeting. i’m not much of an emily fan. some of her stuff is really great, but i like walt more. i guess the way he writes in free verse is what gets me. that’s probably why the only poetry i can read without wanting to shoot myself is psalms… but yeah....