I don't text people back.

Ever.

I miss the real ones. The people I left behind, without even texting them back.
The least I could do. Where is my head?

Sincerely,
            Sorry.


It's just tequila and the beach that's why it's salty when we kiss.

When did summer end?
Where am I?

salad fingers

I relate to Salad Fingers so strongly. He seems a bit gruesome and peculiar but really he's just misunderstood. I love nettles too. In the summertime I like to go searching for them so I can get stung. Little red bumps, a reminder that I can feel.. and they give me something to focus on for a while.

Blu&Exile <33 Listen and flow.

Break.
Flow.

I wish life was as simple as it was back when all I had to worry about was feeding my neopets. I had two Acaras and a JubJub.

Break.

Broken.

Loved.

Shout out to Zak Allen and Jeremy Miller

BurnnBabyyBurnn.
^^^ That's what my eyes are doing.

I went to Brewers last night. Bruers?Bruars?Brewars? You know.
I was wearing these fresh ass, burgendy, suede Vans that I had just gotten ( two thumbs up for employee discount) hours before. When I got home, I spent an hour getting charcoal and ash off the soles. Oi. Okay, let's start from the beginning.

So I woke up next to my mama, cute I know, at 8 am. I took two hours to get ready because I often spend only two minutes and felt as if I deserved a little primp time. Then we went to Shari's where I got a breakfast panini in which the lettuce should most definitely be replaced by spinach. Oh and before Shari's I went to the bank to deposit my check and be slapped in the face by my pitiful balance. Gas prices... how I hate you.
After Shari's my mother and I went to the Tacoma mall where I was to show her what types of things I like to wear because she is deathly terrified of shopping for me as I am "peculiar". We know.

After spending more than an hour in a shockingly enormous and unorganized Forever 21 I came out with some dope little numbers that I, despite having already picked it out and tried it on, have to wait until Christmas to wear.  I also took my mother into Vans and forced her to buy my little brother some fly ass clothes (two thumbs up for employee discount) that if he refuses to wear so help my god I will post the picture I took of him sleeping with his mouth open in the car today on Facebook.

After the mall I went to Josh's house and we watched Get Him to the Greek which was extremely enjoyable until we had to stop it ten minutes before the end because we had twenty minutes to pick up my mom and get to Gig Harbor. Oops.

Dinner was interesting to say the least. Loud. Josh wasn't harassed too intensely though and I got some very sweet gifts from my surrogate family.

On the drive home my mom went crazy and had a little bi-polar mommy moment. Awkward.
I got what I wanted anyways and went to a bonfire with Josh at Brewers. Bruers?Bruars?Brewars? You know.
My mother had made it VERY clear that I was to be home by midnight, so when Nolan and Travis got stuck in, not mud, but straight, 3 feet deep water and could not get me back down to my car, I was stressin. Everything worked out in the end though and I was home at 11:45. I'm such a good wittle girl.

my foot is broken

So apparently, tossing an aluminum rod across a room toward a napping Brooklyn had seemed like a great idea. Not so much. Thank you, Jake Nelson. My foot is swollen and I can't lift my toes.

This week has been extremely... significant. Everything about this week has been overwhelming.
Songwriting final: two page test on music theory.
Math final: 57 problem algebra worksheet.
Humanities: artistic response to the good life in ancient Greece and Rome and a 5 page essay.
Audio Recording final: record, mix and master "Come Together" by the Beatles.
Health final: A one page written response about depression and twenty 15 page booklets on "The Little Things".
Spanish final: two page test on congegations, vocabulary and forming sentences.

Not to mention the two page algebra test, spanish art project, spanish quiz and two pages of spanish homework I had to make up.

On the bright side, I have three weeks of break and three weeks of miniterm in January, which means I don't start classes again until February. Aaaaah.

Oh speaking of break-

I was suppose to spend a week of break at my dads because the family I live with is going to be in the Bahamas (where I am not going because I don't have a passport because i've never had a reason to need one because I never get to do anything with my life) over Christmas. It's two days before I'm suppose to go to Eatonville and my dad decides he doesn't want me to stay or even come over for christmas. In fact, he doesn't want to talk to me until after I speak to a counselor. My first appointment is on January 12th. That will make it two months without speaking to my father. I originally didn't want to spend a week there... but this is really just a slap in the face. Homeless on Christmas. Guess he's really "teaching me a lesson", huh?

I have to pee!

Why is it that most humans, when stricken with urgency, state "I have to pee."?
Like it is some sort of announcement that needs to be made.. Don't get me wrong, I do it too.
It's not that I feel like everyone needs to know, it's just force of habbit to outwardly mention the status of my bladder whenever the status of said bladder changes.

How did this habbit come to be?

Maybe it roots from the need cry out "I have to pee!" when we were younger, everytime we were less than 2.6 from pissin our pants and we wanted mommy to know... and then over the years it just turned into a monotone statement. "I have to pee." No longer for mommy or anybody to fret over. Just a status update posted on the wall of your life.

so now that we're past the emotional shit

I would like a kitten and/or hedgehog, a nose piercing, and a container of chocolate covered macadamia nut caramel clusters from Costco. The kitten must be gray with blue eyes.

What if my name was Gale?

I'd still whip my hair back and forth.
Speaking of hair, I cut three inches off. Six inches in some places.
I was gonna go super short. It would have looked cute, I know it. My mom wouldn't let me though.
Yeah, that's right. I'm 16 years old, moved out of my parents' homes, I have a job, and I have essentially 15 months left of my highschool career, yet... I'm "not allowed" to get my hair cut short.
We'll see.
Garsh I'm such a rebel.
Moving out
Chopping off my hair
Peircing my nose?
What could be next, folks!? Tattoos ;)

Today I wrote a story and the first sentence was:

Escorting her alligator down the stairs, Gloria realized she forgot something important.
I wrote a short paragraph and then we all had to pass our papers around to another student whom would add on to the story. This repeated three times. I am pleased to have you know that my story ended with Gloria's alligator snuggling with the neighbors cat.

I taught I taw uh puddy tat.

I whip my hair back and forth.

to the one who asked for a reason

Reminisce
You were perfect bliss
From the very first hello
to that last goodbye kiss-

but held inside was knowledge of my lies
Everyday you called me baby, I was thinking of his green eyes.

Luck.

all. over. everywhere.
decisions undecided//up in the air.

i could really just fall in love with you, i know i could and you might too.

but it's wrong.
it's.so.wrong.