Throw Up Some Tears

Poor kid. No more ice cream for her. The trunk is stuffed like a stocking. The semester has been successful. I will take you sledding. I will also make you some cookies and some fudge to steal. In a foil pan. Wear your boots or you will get frostbite. Eila likes Mozart? Nursery and some input. A clock stamped Walgreens. A video labeled Backstreet Boys. Boys Rule, Scooby Doo. Ice cream and some vomit. Oranges and oranges. What do you want to do about it? I dont want to do anything just yet. Not when I am being stared at. I want that iHome. I still have tons of potential to end up like the cat lady. I think that might be swell. Speaking of cats, mine runs into glass doors. And he poops on Christmas presents...Lola and Leighana. 21 degrees and rising... Jaba the Hut. A movie about inappropriate topics. Scary stuff. Violations and probations. Don't forget the demerit. Applications are turned in and a mission in Provo. Blonde hair and thats all.

Ob La Di Ob La Da...Life Goes On

So one semester left. Shout out to Miss Tiffany who is going off and getting married. I will miss my best procrastination partner. She is a pro. A giant makeup kit provides hours and hours and hours of fun. Even when being serious. Room checks mean nothing to me. Just do it sooner in the day. The day I dread/long for is soon arriving. I don't know what to think. Semester is finished! It couldn't have come at a better time. I passed biology. A new cell phone is on the way. And I feel complete ish. Sledding crushes bones and Megan cant steer. Brownies and corn dogs with a side of mashed potatoes and salmon. Songs for settlement. Free movie but wait, Mom, is this Dr. Pepper? Idiots, I will get the drink I choose and deal with it so leave me alone. Instead I get stuck with fruit punch. How typical. Snow and semi truck rollovers. Pit stops for pee. Sanitation. Gasoline and wiper fluid. The end.

procrastination and pants...

Capital punishment? A liberals view. As for me ha you'll see. Christmas is shiny. Books are helpful. Finals are rough...Search for sex. Results are endless. Got rid of them all! Twenty four less viruses. Hot chocolate and soap. American Gladiators and a mullet. Spray bottle full of gain. A failed website once created. Color me happy. Charge you stupid bastard. Yellow liver cancer and blue balls. Which Golden Eagle are we? A laundry dilemma. You left me alone without a clue. Its almost time for a change. I am so stoked. Go home Thursday or go home Monday. Surprisingly I chose Monday. I will miss you Tiffany. I won't miss another individual. My P.I.C. needs to stop by for a visit. Michael Buble is a sexual let down. What a whore! And how depressing. I heart blogging.

eve of the poultry

random....venting....i am pissed. that stupid wench always ruins everything. he thinks he is so high and mighty. well thats what happens when you are a spoiled brat and smack off to everyone. holiday tomorrow. content to know. no one really wants you here....we only invite you because we have to. the new tree is pointless we already have a perfectly lovely one. dont talk to me. i will talk to you when i am ready. and its not going to be for awhile. why cant you just grow up? still waiting to receive that assignment you idiot. i suppose i will never see it will i? just so you can fail me for knowing my history. for or against...i have to decide. i bet i will be for. my head hurts. i hope your arm falls off. oh you had a bad day? guess what? thats life so get used to it you stupid naive kid. you dont even know what you have coming for you. get over yourself and you might actually feel better....ass holes....uggg....at least i dont have to see your ugly acne covered face until sunday. twiners. go shane company. new shoes. wait one month. sears sucks. searsuckers. snow mobile? carpet cleaner? new couch and chair and table and paintings? and its ridiculous. save it. there is a great idea....the end

soon so soon

well! today is friday and i have successfully managed to attend my one class...at eight am. i tried to pay attention but who knows how that worked. turkey is not so yummy. hay rides are apparently not as grand as being in the desert. the movie never ends. homework still needs to happen. I cant wait for monday. cross of the days. the bedroom is clean. the juice is all gone. the smile are being thrown. hot chocolate and peanut butter butter. puddles is a dog and katie is a person. american gladiators and carl halcomb all in one greasy day. ghosts are hunted and what is to wear. friday heart friday and that is the end

Ummm

SO I have been inspired to create a blogspot blog. Its going to be solely for filling time gaps or procrastination days. I dont know my Roman history. I have a lot of potential. I heart iPod. I dont care that you went to Taco Bell and Subway already this week. I am sure you will soon use it as an excuse to complain about something. you are stupid. i am not. i am sorry that my amazing life has made you cry. i am in dire need of a job. any sponsors? fifteen credit hours more. posters are getting old. wait who turned out the christmas lights? this movie has been at this spot for three days maybe more. I think that I want to sleep but cant. Monday is this much closer. One class til the weekend. Two classes till the break. Then its almost Christmas. Then the semester ends. Then it is christmas and another sixteen weeks until graduation. then six weeks of nothingness and eight weeks of wonderfulness. try and find me now you stupid whore... lets go play guitar hero at the walmart. I will write you a story about my friend tomatoes. I will also man i pull ate you. with camp songs while becca dances privately for you if you promise to pay her. when will it be letter day. when will it be time for time. wont you come and cook for me please!