majesty

"if there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his. you would die getting to him. you could only hope that your grandchildren's children would get to him. but they wouldn't know what to do; they wouldn't know how to hold him. but he would be dead; he would be replaced by his great-grandson's beautiful strapping son. his son's will all be beautiful and strapping royalty, and my daughters will all be middle-aged women working for a local nonprofit and spearheading their neighborhood earthquake-preparedness groups. we come from long lines of people destined to never meet."

october 28, 2007

"me and anna went to waffle house today. that girl makes me think. i love it. we talk about everything. it's funny how when other people come, we stop talking about important things. we gossip and shit talk. we were there for about 3 hours by ourselves. we have good conversations. she asks me questions about how i feel about certain things and then she listens. she really cares about what i have to say, which is a relief. most people just like to hear themselves talk, it's really frustrating. but not with her. i swear, i would have gone my whole life without thinking about some of those things if it weren't for her. she's my best friend."

hello old, stupid journal entry. and goodbye, i guess.

i want outta here

i've had it! i am totally ready to get the hell out of here. i wish i would have gone to real college, i wish i would have saved money instead of blowing it so that i could have an apartment by now.

a year ago, i was glad i was staying home. no way did i consider myself ready to be by myself, away from my mom, and having to do things alone. now, i could not be more frustrated with this place. i had no idea that i would get tired of living here, of needing so badly to meet new people and make new friends.

and, my mom is starting to date some total creepo. he spent the night!? while i was here, in my room? yes. gross. and he was drunk. OKAY, IT'S TIME FOR ME TO LEAVE. mom, please wait to rebel until i'm gone. i want outta here.

i like orange juice way too much

"I'm going to pick us up some dancing music too, Haylee. (Maybe I can find a single of "At Last" by Etta James)
And you're going to take your record player outside, and put on a cute summer dress, and we're going to dance in your backyard at sunset to that song.
The End.
hmm. Maybe that's a bit to picturesque."


uh...
i don't know.

spring break

me and taylor need new friends. ours are crazy bitches and i couldn't be more sick of it. have you ever had a friend that treats you like they're your boyfriend? well, it's ridiculous! so we've decided to just hang out with boys. even though they sometimes act like girls, too.

we went shopiing at norhtpark yesterday. got lots of summer clothes. didn't see the jonas brothers, though.

AS TALL AS LIONS TONIGHT!!! oh, man i'm so pumped. even if this was the worst spring break ever, tonight will make up for it.
woooo!

recap

ze birthday party was on friday. my mom even got me a keg. there wasn't a million people there like usual, which is probably because we didn't promote it as well as the others. it was good. taylor, anna, ep, brian, and clint slept over. clint wore my victoria's secret sweatpants.

i've been racking my brain ever since my mom got me 300 dollars towards my next tatto, trying to decide exactly what i want. i'm thinking something tree-ish on my shoulder area. my sister made me this really cool picture, it's me and i'm all andy warhol-like. she always gets me the coolest shit.

brian gave me his limited edition atal vinyl. no, i mean LIMITED edition. it's 12 out of 100 in the whole world. AND it's signed? no no no no no. no, brian. i can't take that. i told him i'm giving it back. but i have listened to it every day since.

i miss matt.

you'd better look alive

on tuesday i turned 19. and i only got a million text messages/comments/calls. even my 8 year old little brother called me. who didn't? oh that dad guy. he did send me a card that had a cow on it and read "happy birthday. i love you- dad." whatever, you know. i don't expect anything from that guy. then we all went to california pizza kitchen and i got 300 dollars towards my next tattoo. GREAT!

last night taylor, alex, hope, and i went to see t.i. he fucking rocks. it's like he's such a goddamn gangster but he keeps it real. on the realz. it was raining, of course, and my hair went to shit. hope got some random girl to buy her a drink. the opening act got booed off the stage and even though i agreed that they sucked, i just find that totally unnecessary. t.i. even brought this kid from his t.v. show and let him perform with him. what a sweetheart. i hope he doesn't go to jail.