so let's get a closer now.

If there is one thing I've learned this year (most esp these past few months)... it's that life is too short to be unhappy. With circumstances beyond my control, I think I've managed to make myself think the worst in every person and/or situation I come across. I'm guilty of continuously over-analyzing people and situations. I come to conclusions about people I barely know. I have this problem with letting people get close to me. I just assume they have the worst intentions. I'm fairly distant and I just hate change.

That said.

I've always tried to live my life based on "being chill and laid back" and going with the flow, etcetc. And always keeping in clear view my morals, priorities, and future aspirations. Lately, it seems as if I've lost sight on that and I've fallen guilty to having a really shitty thought process. It was to the extent of which I thought everything was a joke. Ugh, I have to stop being a fucking spoiled princess.

Dear 2008,
I'm going to be happy.
Sincerely,
Me

mrs. oh my god that girl's shameless.

1. I'm going to be so fucking academic next semester.
2. I'm not going to go out on Thursday nights.
3. I'm going to go to bed earlier, as in 12am.
   
4. I will live in the library.
5. I need to get an internship in the summer.
6. And, I will most likely be taking classes.
7. Fuck me so badly.
8. Oh, and boy sucks.

I went to bed at 12pm today. And I woke up at like 10pm. My sleeping schedule is so fucked up. I love winter break.

ps: Oh and, I love my drunk asshole friends who try to facebook message the boy I like. Not funny. True story.

what's running through my mind is you.

I like you.

hopefully paris will change your life too.

So while doing the usual --let's look at everyone's away message slash AIM profile while I'm bored-- I realized I had to stop studying for finals. (Even though, I do believe I stopped studying today at like 2pm.) Seriously, don't be modest AKA LIE and tell me you don't AIM stalk too. Everyone does it, we're in the post-facebook stalker era. You know, when we all have to keep tabs on everyone else. Now, this brought me to a conclusion...

I find it a little bit funny that after four years of Lehigh, I will promise you that I won't be doing anything with my intended major. Now, you say... Wall Street. Who doesn't want to be on Wall Street? I mean that's a nice elite place and all, but I doubt I'll be there. Not because of "smarts," but pure lack of interest. I mean, I'm interested in the ~financials~, but not merely enough to devote my life to... aka looking at an updating clicker every 5 minutes.

I'm most likely going to be doing the shit what I'm doing now. Playing beruit at frat houses? Getting drunk off of L's gin buckets? Living in Uggs? Telling people what to buy. Blogging, for a living? Maybe it's not the $45,000+ dollar tuition a year I'm paying for out of my inheritance right now that is paying itself out in my Lehigh education. Maybe that $45,000 is paying for all the experiences I'm getting right now:

Learning how to make last cup.
Learning how the fuck to deal with girls.
Learning the difference between boyfriends and assholes.
Learning who my real friends are.
Learning to forgive and let go.
Still yet to learn how to pump my own gas.

Life is what I'm paying for. New experiences is what I'm paying for. I mean, it does make for a better entry, right? I think that the people who are most successful are the people who are genuinely happy. I really want to be one of those lucky assholes.

recap: The Hills finale sucked balls. No lie. But Lisa Love was refreshing, "It's my favorite city in the world. I ran away from home when I was 15 to go to Paris; it changed my life. Hopefully it'll change your life too. It's just magical. It's just a level of sophistication that you've never seen before. I think it'll be an incredibly inspiring trip for you." God love yah. Fucking FIERCE.

it's a lucious mix of words and tricks.

Wow, again sorry about my lack of motivation... life's been interesting to say the least. This past weekend was the last night out before the start of finals, so I very much so enjoyed that aspect. Got so extremely happy drunk Saturday night... which was made 10x better with Spice Girls playing. And wearing a dress and heels.

I had so much stuff to talk about but now I just either, 1) don't care anymore 2) am too lazy to put it to words 3) slash, and am just lazy and forgot. haha

Boys suck. So old pictures for now.

ps: God, I hate Tila Tequila. Her entire show should be on mute. She's annoying as fuck.