oof

a poem

no one writes of my facebook wall anymore

its makes me sad

which makes sad that i am sad

i think my friends are all angry at me

and i am very very anxious

this is a terrible poem

and conference work makes me

in to a whiney little bitch

cannot waaaait to be home

kittie cuddles and baby cuddles and not a care in the world (except for my dad telling me to get a job)

things that bother me:

1) the silence after a teacher asks a question that no one has an answer to because they didnt do the reading

2) when you are late to class and all the seats at table are taken so you have to sit off to the side, rendering you invisible

3) people who are already on their summer break

4)that sushi is so fucking expensive.

it all makes me feel like ali lohan after a weekend at lindsays

damnit. did it again. this time, though, im covered in glitter.

im not sure i should spend the rest of my conference week(s) stoned at midnight and watching movies.

I GOT SHIT TO DO!

really though

allergies are the worst….ever

when do i get to have my feminine moment?

bathing beauty.

face that stops traffic.

i have to stop thinking about how im only going to get uglier, that this is my prime, and start living it. 

oh conference week and the joys you bring.

marry me

fly bitch is looking…..fly?