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.

about being honest with yourself.

Let me just clarify, if you haven't noticed already. I'm not a fan of confrontation. As much as I love drama, (the thing is) I am never the one to start it. 'Cause I'm classy like that! lol So everyone who thinks I'm a bitch... yes I am, but that's only if I don't like you. And that's why I love being a girl so much besides the purses, shoes, acessories, and dresses. The way we fight is absolutely, fantastically-stellar!

I can't believe I'm dedicating a whole entire post to this. But it's gotten to a point where it's rediculous. I'm not your fucking paparazzi. If you want pictures of your ugly self (for facebook), take your own camera out. K? I seriously don't need anymore files on my laptop of you. Don't abuse the fact that I carry my camera around. I have no patience for, "Oh, take a picture of me!" Seriously.

I've got to stop drinking diet coke. blerghhh

so i start a revolution in my bed.

Well everyone, I'm pretty much sick of myspace, facebook, and the other 239847 "user-based' websites out there. Blogs are way cooler anyway. So I'm going to actually start using this. It's going to be fun... (right?)

Today: basically went to bed this morning at 4am, set my alarm clock for 6:45, totally slept through the alarm, & woke up at 7:30 from noises in the hallway. Holy shit, thank god I did, otherwise I would have missed my exam foshure. Parents came to take me home, got home, realized I forgot my makeup & makeup case etc. Went back to Lehigh, came back & well, yeah.

I'm so nervous about my grades. I don't want to be a dissapointment. Like, it's always regrets. What is that saying, something something 24/7 hindsight? Psh, basically I realize all my mistakes after the fact. And, I've figured that I just apparently suck at life.