i...
i dont know what to say.

:s

And I Say!

Merry Christmas to all!

i hope santa brought you all you asked for.

and that your day wasn't... terrible.

as it shouldn't be on such a day as this.

a day of joy and family.

Owen wasn't as bad as i expected.

it was a nice day.

sad that i ruined the surprise that my mom had planned.

with the cat scratcher.

whoops. :/

maybe next year i won't snoop.

...

maybe.

hum.

"Hi Ryan, this is your girlfriend," exclaims Micheal Scott, "And she's maaaad!"

poor Ryan the temp.

after managing.

the sexiest first kiss.

/ever/

she rubs the back of her hand

down his cheek...

"i'm going to hurt you so bad."

"bring it bitch."

Celia.

You're so sillyah.

Motha Fuckka!

every other fucking class i get 80's and 90's

but principles of accounting.

the only class that ACTUALLY has to do with my course.

and i get a fucking 67.

what am i supposed to do with that?

fucking give up on my hopes to go to university for my 3rd year?

aslkdjgasdg;kjhadgskidsg

fuck you annual report

fuck you tilt.

fuck your fucking self!

way to show your parents how responsible you are.

way to fucking go.

it's not even worth telling them the truth.

mom is gonna flip shit.

so i'll mirror that 67.

i guess i'll have to talk to somebody.

see what i can do.

retake the course?

i doubt i can.

agh keep your wishful thinking.

there must be something you can do.

something..

so now you say that.

you say you love me.

well i may have your heart.

he has your body.

and now you swear that.

you're being honest.

but you're not honest.

you never could be.

i need a dirty woman...

i need a dirty girl.

or cyborg.

either will work.

According to me.

it's not creepy.

if you creep with style.

;)

The Jay See really needs new headphones...

she will never use her real name!

MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

i shouldnt be writing a blog post.

i should be doing the project for dirks class.

but thats such a stupidfuckingproject!

and i really dont want to do it!

but i will

right after this.

although i dont even know what i was going to say now...

dont you hate.

when you finally do what you've been meaning to do for a while.

and then you regret doing it?

like being in a relationship!

and you break it off.

soon after, you realize you still want that person.

but is this just lust?

comfortability?

missing the idea of them?

..the idea of being in a relationship?

you go into a state of mind.

where all you see

is how much you miss them.

but that doesnt mean you love them.

you have to be able to see the difference

between comfort.

and love.

its a very fine line.

on another note,

i'm a terrible friend.

two more days girl.

just.

two more days.

you're cute.

just sayin'

oh, also.

i have never been told that my red nose is cute.

and i actually used to hate the fact that my nose turns red in the cold.

but today.

that was really sweet of you.

and i know i reacted in a way you wouldn't have expected.

but secretly.

you made me extremely happy.

is it sad that i cant say this kind of thing to your face yet?

probably...

NOT!

there's a method to my madness

if only i could find it i could make.

you see.

you are the worst project i've ever had to do.

of course it was my fault that you were so difficult

i waited far too long to start working on you.

but now.

you're finished.

not to my standards...

but.

i dont care.

i want you out of my sight.

cant wait to see you again next year, Tilt.

good job miss.

good fucking job.

i'm ever so proud of you.

you really are ready for life arent you?

dont fuck it up again.

... we came in?

no matter how much i listen to other Pink Floyd albums.

The Wall is still my favourite.

followed closely by The Final Cut.

then Animals

and The Division Bell.

really, the only albums i don't care for are Piper at the Gates of Dawn and Umma Gumma.

but even those are good when extremely baaaaked.

:)

pink floyd rocks the boxed perception of my world.

Isn't this where...

hey you.

did you ever realize.

what you'd become?

and did you see.

that it wasnt only me.

that you were running from?

did you know all the time but it.

never bothered you anyway?

Leading the blind while i stared out the steel in your eyes.

some days.

i get crazed.

i dont know why, it's so irrelevant.

i'll take deep breaths.

and keep control.

go on

and

on.

hey you.

out there on your own.

sitting naked by the phone.

will you touch me?

This Girl!

doesnt want to do homework.

blah.

and if you go.

i wanna go with you.

and if you

die.

i wanna die with you.

take your hand and walk away.

such a lonely day.

and it's mine.

a day.

that i'm glad.

i survived.

cept today.

i didnt want to be alone today.

and i felt.

...

you wouldnt understand.

I couldn't wait untill I got home, to pass the time in my room alone.

When i watch a movie /far/ too many times.

especially in a row.

everyday.

i start to think the scenes will change.

i mean.

i know whats coming up next.

so my mind changes it.

to what i think should happen.

or maybe.

just because i want a change of scene.

ha.

maybe it's time for me to watch a different movie.

tomorrow,

no 'Inglorious Basterds'

Maybe.

'Ever after'

To even it out.

The Future.

is on its way.

but.

isn't it always?

i'm not racist.

i'm just opinionated.

you'll go out in style.

you.

cereal killer.