[Making Up For Lost Time] The Winds of Change Are Blowing My Direction...

So;;it's been a while since my last post. I'm getting lazy. Then again, I usually do. I never finish anything I start. I haven't kept a steady journal for more than a month at a time, but one can only try.


Updates on my life::
1. Robby(: He makes me SO happy. I can already tell this is going to be something good. It's early, but I know that I'm really really digging this kid, and he's really really digging me. And I haven't been this happy in ages, so I'm stoked. I'm skipping school Thursday to be with him, then shopping with him Friday afternoon, then he's taking me to my Winter Formal Saturday night, and then I'm going to [hopefully] stay the night at his place(: I always have an amazing time when I'm with him. He makes me all smiley/giggley/butterfly-ee/weak in the knees/blushy/lip-bitey...as Bambi would say;;I'm twitterpated;)
2. School): Yeah, I'm not doing so well. I had a good two-day streak of doing work and paying attention, but after the weekend I came back as lazy as ever. Ugh. I certainly wish I wasn't so lazy, but I can't help it. [Wow...I sound like a total douchebag right now]. **lol**





End transmission.

[Rough Draft] The Yearbook's Final Goodbye (thanks for making ME write it).

We are all on our own seperate paths, and we are all headed to different places. Some of our paths will remain intertwined throughout the years and others will slowly grow apart. But no matter where our paths lead us, we will all have one thing in common--we spent some of the best/worst years of our lives here. Ouachita High School. Another year has gone by, and we've survived. For some, this is the beginning of a new high school career, a fresh reputation, and an entirely new place to make a name for themselves. For others, this is a goodbye. This is the start of an entirely new chapter beyond high school; beyond hallway drama and cafeteria crispitos. We are all beginning to realize that someday we're going to have to leave the safety of these white walls we know so well. We will eventually have to find new security in our independence. Some of our goodbyes are forever and some for a day, but we will NEVER forget the times we had here. And each of our paths, however long and winding they may be, will lead us to a greater tomorrow. We will gain friends and lose friends. We will learn some and forget some. But most of all, we will discover who we truely are. So take this journey one day at a time, and always remember the days you spent here in these crowded white hallways--laughing, crying, screaming, hurrying, stalling, whispering, smiling, and most importantly...growing. Growing older; growing wiser; growing apart; growing closer--growing up.

Pretty Little Girl;;With A Bow In Her Hair...

A Rocket To The Moon = A Great Band

New Hope;;New Dreams;;A Back-Ache

Well, I met a boy. He's absolutely adorable(: And a nice guy. Definitely not my usual type. I'm usually into the quiet ass-holes that treat me like a piece of meat. Perhaps I should try something new. He seems like he's really into me. And I'm diggin' on him as well. [[Who knows what could happen? Do what you do;;just keep on laughin'. One thing's true--it's always a brand new dayyy]].

My back hurts...badly. I had to stay home today because of it. Now my throat is killing me. So I have a cold, my back is shot, and I have to try and recover by this weekend. Because I'll be seeing that boy(:

Well, this was just a small update for you guys ((aka:  Hardcastle. Since she's probably the only person in the world reading these:P))

A Series of Phantasmaghorical Events

So yesterday::
Pretty good day. If every weekend could be like this one, the world would be a better place(:

"Want Me To Punchasize Your Face For Free?"

I'm watching Super Troopers...god I love it.

Phish Out Of Water

Clown Love

Just thought I'd put this little edit on here. I really liked it.

To Follow A Heart...To Find A Hand

My life--is bound in pages and paragraphs. I take time out of each day to write down everything about my life. Feelings, questions, emotions, events, people, places, times, etc...and I just have to wonder..what's it all for? Who am I writing this for? Who is my audience? What is my significance here on this Earth? I mean, is there meaning to anything we do? We do not know. And I have to challenge myself each day to find another thing about me that makes me special--that gives me purpose. It's strange the things we think about when alone and surrounded by the sounds of guitar strings and piano keys. My entire life up to this point has been filled with almost constant pain, yet it has also been flooded with so much happiness. I have the most amazing friends I could ask for. The ones that matter anyway. My family...though dysfunctional...is still my family. Certainly I don't like my mother. And I don't appreciate her enough. And by the time I do it will probably be too late. And I've come to terms with that. My father...I love him dearly. He's a very smart man. He's kind of a revolutionary. He's the only person I know that truely gets it. Gets me. Understands every thought going through my head, and what I mean when I say certain things. It takes some special people in your life to truely understand you.

Things That Make Me Smile (Slash) Things That Make Me Cry

Things That Make Me Smile::

• Giant pink sunflowers
• Folk music
• The Beatles
• Those days when it's not too warm but not to cold with just the right amount of breeze....ahh...perfection.
• Funny homeless people
• When they re-elect a new Pope
• Buffy the Vampire Slayer (this includes the "relationship" with Buffy and -sigh- Angel).
• A sunset
• Being out until 5 am with some of the most amazing people in the world
• My REAL friends (the ones that are always there for me, even when I fuck up big time).
• Black and white movies
• Pin-up girls
• Salsa dancing
• Hearing a song I used to love but haven't heard in a while
• Finding a good book
• Finishing something I never thought I would finish
• Writing (and then discovering I actually like what I've written).
• Broken Lizard movies
• Hugs
• Twizzlers
• My birthday suit
• Holding hands...
• Feeling special
• John Lennon and every word he ever spoke
• Food
• Shakespear
• Poetry
• Edgar Allen Poe
• Quentin Tarantino films
• Across the Universe
• "Death by stereo."
• "Build a man a fire; he'll be warm for a night. Set a man on fire...he'll be warm for the rest of his life."
• The Memory-Mayday Parade
• Bunny, You Ain't No Kind of Rider-Of Montreal
• When the President Talks to God-Bright Eyes
• Getting to see my daddy....I miss him a lot. I miss our weekly conversations late at night when he would be so off-the-wall drunk, but still made sense, and I could tell him anything and everything because he didn't judge. And sometimes he even remembered the day afterwards...I just..miss that. I love my father very much. He is one of the only people, not just in my family but in my life in general, that truely understands ME.
• "God created man because he was disappointed in the monkey." -Samuel Clemens (better known as Mark Twain)
• Random factoids
• The wind blowing on my face in just the right way....where everything seems at peace.
• Love. I know I say I don't believe in it...and sometimes I really truley don't...I just...am so scared. Butttt...however fleeting it may be, I think it is one of the most precious things we have in life, and to ignore it is simply idiotic. Love--whether lasting for a week or a lifetime--is something to be cherished and held on to. Something that makes us feel like we can fly.
• Family Guy
• the Fuse network
• Marilyn Manson
• Marijuana (I'm off andon these days)
• Finding money in my pockets unexpectedly
• Making A's in class
• Being different
• Men as well as women
• The beauty in everyday things
• Pomegranite body wash
• Fruity shampoo
• Storms (the thunder, the lightning, the rain....)
• Dancing in said storms
• Kissing. I really like kissing ((when it's with someone that kisses just the way I like them to)).
• Piercings. I really enjoy tongue and lip piercings. I think they're amazing (for SEVERAL reasons).
• Finding people that care about the same things I do.
• Billy Mays
• Vince of the Sham-Wow commercials (because he's funny AND he beat up a hooker).
• "You're gonna love my nuts." ---National television
• Fried chicken, black-eyed peas, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, cornbread, rolls, and butter-pecan ice cream(: [Reminds me of my Granny's house].
• My Granny and Grampy
• Megan
• Photographyy
• Planning my funeral.

Things That Make Me Cry::

• Not seeing my father.
• What you-know-who did to me.
• Movies with sad endings.
• Movies with happy endings.
• Seeing gay people so excited about getting married, and then being shot down. It was the most heartbreaking thing I have ever seen.
• Homeless men begging for money...and never getting any.
• Artwork that moves me.
• Broken hearts.
• Shots.
• "The pregnancy scare"
• Seeing two ridiculously old people still in love, holding hands, and kissing...it's just...moving. And restores my faith in humanity and love as a whole.
• Watching poor innocent animals getting treated like shit and then being killed and/or skinned alive for their fur. It's...awful.
• "Don't think that I don't think about it."
• The things that certain people say that I don't let go.
• Peoples' parents dying.
• Seeing children starving and being abused because of their shitty-ass parents.
• Seeing my friends and/or family in pain.
• Thinking about when my father's alcoholism is going to finally take it's toll and kill him.
• Deadlines.
• Stress.
• My period.
• Just thinking sometimes..

[I hope this was enlightening to whomever may be reading this as to what kind of person I am and whether or not you (still) like me].