It's been a while.
a week maybe.
I don't really know.
i've been going to church with Chelso TR!Ck and Laina Kay.
I met so many new people that i could really enjoy getting to know.
Justin and Brandon are the pastors kids.
Twins.
Adorable.
It was like an early Christmas present.
Until I met Thomas Scott.
I didn't fall in love.
Love tripped me and laughed its ass off.
It was not pretty.
I was a "hot mess", as Chelso would so genuinely put it.
Why can't George Lopez just sweep me off my feet and be done with it?
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Mental Breakdown of a Girl Part [who cares.]
The Monster has been unleashed.
I repeat.
The Monster has been unleashed.
Yeah.
Unleashing a few years worth of rage on ALL our asses.
What's the deal?
He isn't my father, so why should i fall to his every request?
Because my momma loves him and he really is a good person inside.
I just don't know anymore.
I just dont.
I repeat.
The Monster has been unleashed.
Yeah.
Unleashing a few years worth of rage on ALL our asses.
What's the deal?
He isn't my father, so why should i fall to his every request?
Because my momma loves him and he really is a good person inside.
I just don't know anymore.
I just dont.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Mental Breakdown of a Girl Part 7
Granted, I should have been a little nicer about it, but she's checking it out.
It's up for discussion, which isn't dead on what I asked for, but it's what i'll deal with.
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I attended Peabody's Battle of the Bands in Cleveland yesterday.
BEST SATURDAY OF MY LIFE.
<3>
I'm talking to the lead vocalist through myspace as we speak...
metaphorically speaking, of course.
I was inspired.
I'm now ransacking purevolume for potential band members.
I'm determined to be the next Paramore or Hey Monday.
Let you know how THAT works out.
Look at myself, doubting my own mad skills.
Oh, ye of little faith.
It's up for discussion, which isn't dead on what I asked for, but it's what i'll deal with.
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I attended Peabody's Battle of the Bands in Cleveland yesterday.
BEST SATURDAY OF MY LIFE.
<3>
I'm talking to the lead vocalist through myspace as we speak...
metaphorically speaking, of course.
I was inspired.
I'm now ransacking purevolume for potential band members.
I'm determined to be the next Paramore or Hey Monday.
Let you know how THAT works out.
Look at myself, doubting my own mad skills.
Oh, ye of little faith.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Mental Breakdown of a Girl Part 6 [morning edition]
I have discovered Gold.
There's this online public schooling system called Connections Academy.
I want in.
Free.
Curriculum materials provided by the state.
I may not have struck a gold mine, but it's a treasure nonetheless.
I'm printing out a program guide.
Shoving it in my momma's face.
And enrolling a few days after discussion.
There is NO reason at all why i should be denied this one simple request.
There's this online public schooling system called Connections Academy.
I want in.
Free.
Curriculum materials provided by the state.
I may not have struck a gold mine, but it's a treasure nonetheless.
I'm printing out a program guide.
Shoving it in my momma's face.
And enrolling a few days after discussion.
There is NO reason at all why i should be denied this one simple request.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Mental Breakdown of a Girl Part 5 [take note]
"There are three things you don't mess with in this world.
Mother nature.
Mother in-laws.
and
Mother freaking Ukrainians."
Wiser words could not have have been expelled from a 400 pound movie character.
Mother nature.
Mother in-laws.
and
Mother freaking Ukrainians."
Wiser words could not have have been expelled from a 400 pound movie character.
Mental Breakdown of a Girl Part 5
I had forgotten the gesture.
I had wiped it clean from my memory after he didn't respond.
I was watching What I Like About You.
Amanda Bynes cracks me up when George Lopez isn't on.
Her new boyfriend was wearing cute little duckie boxers.
It reminded me of someone else i knew who also had cute little duckie boxers.
Jay probably doesn't wear them after two years,
but he had them at one point,
and i knew it,
and the ducks are coming back to haunt me.
Nothing is really a coincidence in my book.
He messaged me.
The ducks show up.
Somebody is trying to tell me something.
subtly.
but they're trying.
I'm crazy.
Loca.
They need to try harder if they're trying to get a message through to ME.
I had wiped it clean from my memory after he didn't respond.
I was watching What I Like About You.
Amanda Bynes cracks me up when George Lopez isn't on.
Her new boyfriend was wearing cute little duckie boxers.
It reminded me of someone else i knew who also had cute little duckie boxers.
Jay probably doesn't wear them after two years,
but he had them at one point,
and i knew it,
and the ducks are coming back to haunt me.
Nothing is really a coincidence in my book.
He messaged me.
The ducks show up.
Somebody is trying to tell me something.
subtly.
but they're trying.
I'm crazy.
Loca.
They need to try harder if they're trying to get a message through to ME.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Mental Breakdown of a Girl Part 4
Starting to grab ahold of reality once more.
I'm getting gradually better and school is, in fact, carrying on without my attendance,
whether i like it or not.
So many thoughts have been going through my head.
I better get reading.
I need a good shower.
Where's the remote, i'm going to miss CSI?!
My brain needs a break, as if this past week of endless nothingness was hard on me.
An old friend decided to send me a little hello gesture through myspace today.
It's making me CRAZY-er.
This "old friend", whom i haven't seen or heard from in two years thought it would be cute to show up in my life again after leaving it so abruptly.
Jay Latimir's father died of cardiac arrest a short while after the two of us had decided we were better off as "just friends".
His mother is a mormon and divorced.
He moved to Utah within the next few months and I never heard from him again.
Until now, that is.
RACHEL!!!!!
that's all he typed out and posted on my comment page.
What am i supposed to say to that?
JAYYYY!!!!!
as if it excites me?
It does.
We all know it does.
and that's exactly what i typed and posted on his comment page.
JAYYYY!!!!!
I was only a naive seventh grader, so it's not like i was in love with this kid,
but somebody just up and leaving me like that was NOT something i really wanted to go through again.
So here i am, a highschool freshman, and i'm turning one little gesture into some fairytale.
He comes back for me.
We live happily ever after.
The freaking end, right?
I'll find out.
-Keeping you and I waiting.
I'm getting gradually better and school is, in fact, carrying on without my attendance,
whether i like it or not.
So many thoughts have been going through my head.
I better get reading.
I need a good shower.
Where's the remote, i'm going to miss CSI?!
My brain needs a break, as if this past week of endless nothingness was hard on me.
An old friend decided to send me a little hello gesture through myspace today.
It's making me CRAZY-er.
This "old friend", whom i haven't seen or heard from in two years thought it would be cute to show up in my life again after leaving it so abruptly.
Jay Latimir's father died of cardiac arrest a short while after the two of us had decided we were better off as "just friends".
His mother is a mormon and divorced.
He moved to Utah within the next few months and I never heard from him again.
Until now, that is.
RACHEL!!!!!
that's all he typed out and posted on my comment page.
What am i supposed to say to that?
JAYYYY!!!!!
as if it excites me?
It does.
We all know it does.
and that's exactly what i typed and posted on his comment page.
JAYYYY!!!!!
I was only a naive seventh grader, so it's not like i was in love with this kid,
but somebody just up and leaving me like that was NOT something i really wanted to go through again.
So here i am, a highschool freshman, and i'm turning one little gesture into some fairytale.
He comes back for me.
We live happily ever after.
The freaking end, right?
I'll find out.
-Keeping you and I waiting.
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