Now this month or two. No summer school, more homeboys, more partyfun, and its actually fun. First kiss, second kiss, mission impossible, even more homeboys, down to one, one and a half homegirls--    Down ass feezy. nigga nigga nigga.

Make me pull my money out.

Dipset Bird Gang.

Bitch.

My internet is broken.

To sum up the last 2/3 months.

homegirls, boy = <3, homeboys, partyfun, more boy, more homegirls, senioritus, too much partyfun, baby mama, </3, down to throwdown, less homegirls, less homeboys, fag bags, jail, more hoes.

Now, down to 1 homegirl, 1 homeboy, still down to throw down, same amount of hoes, more police, and more barbeques.

I miss the internet.
I miss Daticus.
I miss my hair.

<3juli.

I'm up at 2:22am exactly. I should get to bed, but there's no better reason to wake up tomorrow then my haircut at 3:00. I am so bored. With spring break, with school, with life. I'm waiting for something to happen, but things don't come to those that wait.

I've made a vow to live life, go crazy, but for the time being this is it.

Spring break is anything but spring.
My birthday's past, I am now able to watch rated R movies. Joy.
School is nearly ending, I am never going to graduate.
Friends are fading in a way, only because I am.

 

Nothing is forever, and forever is nothing.

<3Juli

here.

  When I sleep, I swell. (Hands, feet a little, lips, boobs, butt.) This last Saturday, my lips swelled beyond belief. Beyond the noormm... of my usual swelling.

  I can't imagine myself in love with anyone. (Sarah, I meant when I'm older, fool.) I'm not sure I really believe in it. I mean, I've only seen it either end in heart break, one sided, (where one person is head over heals, and the other........... isn't.) or.. dumb kids who think they're in love.

  There's always too much of a good thing. Always. Person/place/thing.. idea... (Well.. a noun. lol! I'm so funny. *barf.) And I get overwhelmed quickly.

  My mom talks about Bob so much. They were good for each other, the reason they didn't work out was because she was eleven years older than him, (hah! mom's a hottie.) and they were just at different places in their lives. She was the only one out of his girlfriends that wasn't named Christine/Christina/Christie...etc. DAMN, there are a lot of you! (talking to anyone named those names, i.e. half of xanga.) *shakes head.. So, he was "the one that got away," but by force. Fate just didn't let them have it in this lifetime.

  I'm very very useful. I'm starting to get used to it, I think that's my purpose... to be the one that anyone can run to at anytime when they need something done, or someone to talk to. It makes someone happy that someone actually cares enough to take the time right? And I do, it's just, I feel unappreciated. That's all.

ahh... fooey. You stink.

I am craving all kinds of food. Just REAL food.

Juli.