oh yeah. you're real fucking cool. drugs, alcohol, sex, gay porn. you're a fucking rock star. hope you die shooting heroin.

i feel like an asshole. i'm selfish enough to be happy that my dad has decided to move back to california. his fiance is on some kind of a waiting list so she can get some document that will allow her to come into the country. as soon as the government allows beth access the states, she will move here and then quit her job. though i do still feel sorry that she hasn't been able to find her brother and sister in law. well thats all for tonight. tomorrow i leave for new york.

so i've never had a person take me to the mall, and tell me to get whatever i wanted. it was ridiculous; he made me get a $150 leather jacket. it was on sale 60% off. i just can't handle that kind of splurge. it makes me feel like that money could be spent in way better places. wearing this jacket makes me think that the money could go towards college, or some sort of bill, or some charity that could benefit the kids in nigeria. i just dont know. i love it, but i'm also embarrassed. (sp?)
he bought be shoes, clothes, a laptop and he still wants to buy me things.
i just cant handle this shit.
i wish he would stop.

so i've been talking to a certain simpleton lately. he's been telling me all the drama you kids have been trying to start. at this point, i actually feel sorry for him, and i dont think i'll be on your side for this one. i like the fact i can talk to him and see through his bullshit and i can read his honesty. i like the fact that i can do that with everyone around me. i like the fact that you guys are clinging on to him even though he's fucked you over (not just metaphorically) so many times, and you still just cannot let go.

i'm glad that you guys aren't quitters.

but on the flip side,

i'm disappointed that you guys have addictive personalities.

the hipster lifestyle can do that to a person.

enjoy.

everyone has got their cute little private blogs.
however, i'm absolutely jumping for joy because of one simple thing: her hilarious as fuck blog is now unprivate. no i'm not talking about the princesses of blog drama, but the clumsy one. oh yes, her blog is now unprivate. whenever i am down, she is whose blog i enjoy reading the most.
oh to have a long distance, ridiculous relationship. i hope for fucks sake she one day meets a tangible boy.



my dad just got in. first things we managed to do;

• rent a car,
• buy a christmas tree,
• buy some lights,
• get his old house back (to my surprise he kept a lot of his stuff there,)
• go to a use videogame store where we bought xbox 360, four games and have been playing them ever since

as my christmas present, my dad is going to get me a new laptop. which is great but unnecessary. i appreciate the fact that after what happened over the summer, he is willing to let go of the alcohol. i finally made him realize that me being there and he being intoxicated makes me extremely paranoid and uncomfortable. i think this christmas is great so far. i'm not with my cousins anymore, which is fine, because that simply means one thing:
long rides on long windy, beautiful roads, under a canopy of red woods in the heart of my favourite place in the world.
ridiculously poetic, i know.

i wish i went to drakes high.

this week is so great
sunday: meredith and sean and louis and sushi
monday: bought ticket for california
tuesday: math league
wednesday: masterminds
thursday: nothing really?
friday: packing for california
saturday: leave for california
next week? who knows.

i feel so dirty and trecherous for doing what i did,
but at the same time, i can't wait to see your face when you find out

oh boy i love it when kids think that they are so much more witty than they actually are. can you guess who i'm talking about?

i think its depressing that you still talk about it him. you do realize that you are essentially stalking him by interrogating his girlfriend's best friend?

funk the war three was a SUCCESS

let me just say that the cops are fucktards.