from belgia, with love.

i love bo burnham.  period.  it's hilarious.  'give me the bottle, i'll chug two-thirds, cause you bitches know fractions speak louder than words...'  haha!

ok, more importantly, i think i'm going to retype my text in order to confess how awful a roommate i truly am.

jess: this trip may be the end of me.

mic: if you do kick the bucket, could we not tell coe till halfway through first semester.  i am scared of asians.  (this does not include ethan, but he is barely asian.)

does this make me a bad person.

shit.  damn.  i know, ok.

anyway, you laughed and are therefore just as guilty.  aiding and abetting a joke is also a crime, my friend.  

-sarcasm.

ps.  i like the song 'damned if i do ya (damned if i don't).  age old questions, eh?

summer '09

behave this summer. teach children important things. and think of ways to make our room rock next year. :)

-sarcasm

thanks jb.

i hope your mom isn't too offended by the fact that her name is kinda left out.  it was never my intention.

thanks for just being you.  

and that wasn't sarcasm.

--sarcasm.

Sinking In...

This summer I'm supposed to be a counselor at a camp and take young girls out on trips.  I'm supposed to show them their potential, help them open doors, or as a counselor of my own once told me "shove 'em out the god damn window if they're not willing to walk to the friggin' door!" Can't say I'll do that, but I am honored to even be given the title of counselor. I worry that I will not do the job correctly though. That I am not fit for what the job entails. Who am I to be a role model for others? I've messed up so many times, often with the same things, never learning from the previous. 

I wish my roommate knew how amazing she was. She probably never will because she's also so busy searching for who she is, striving for what she wants to be but never believing that she actually could be, or even might already be. She trusts no one and that's mainly because she doesn't trust herself. Someday she'll learn. This year has been a lot for her. Someday she'll learn that it wasn't these moments that made her the person she is but were the things that later on gave her the strength and courage to find the traits that were already in her. Someday she'll learn. Someday she'll learn how to trust, love and accept. Herself.

Someday after that...she'll learn how to accept other people's trust and love. For her.

Someday she'll know she means everything to me :)

Roommate.

citizen cope.

well the sun's gonna rise in a mile.

toddlers and tiaras

i totally want taralyn to win. her mom is less of a b*tch.

kohowks took two today. yeah red! and i ran today WITHOUT being smoked by a ball. kudos to moi.

and in other news i hate being an adult and growing up.

where the fuck is peter pan?

some days you're the pigeon and somedays you're the statue.

i only remember this quote when i'm the fucking statue.

screw lent, by the way.

so the past couple of weeks have really been shitty.  i wish someone was listening.  i just wish...