He Loves Me Not

Mood: pretty good
Listening to: Hey You-Shakira (AWEOME! listen to it damnit!)

so, bought the new shakira CD today. also got into a fight with my mother...of course. But my god do i love Shakira. her voice. her thoughts. her lyrics. her music. i love her.

The fight started out pretty regular, then it got into the legal stuff and...yeah..whatnot. it was un necessary. but hey, what can ya do? I also got the soundtrack to Murderball (that quad Rugby thing? you saw it, or atleast the special with the Jackass guys on MTV)

my hands are freeeezing. i write better when my hands are freezing though, its kind of weird actually.

anyways, time for the other journals and whatnot...maybe update more later.

 

 

Mood: just read the damn entry
Listening to: "Shake Down"-George Washington Prep. Band i assume

oh dear god hes a band geek. Hes the fuckin tuba player for fucks sake. he send me his band music that i am currently listening to. i cannot explain my current emotion...i want to laugh so hard that its almost impossible. i feel bad for thinking hes such a nerd in the bad way for playing the tuba...i feel bad. there ya go. im getting chills from not laughing lmao. ok...back later hahaha!!!

 

(im a bitch)

Mood: Whatever
Listening to: Girls Gone Wild ad

again again, here again. Note that most of my updates are from 11:30 PM to about 4 AM so if i refrence to "today" it technically means the day before if its after  12. anywho.

George isn't on. odd. (again...not bothering to give background) well not odd i guess since he does go to sleep relatively early (compared to me i suppose) and i wasnt on at around 12 something when i usually am. Finally took the time to read through almost a whole magazine ( JANE...it has a thing on Shakira who i think im in love with) and i tried to go to sleep but it didnt really work our that way. Thinking about David daily (The inspiration for the title of this lovely journal) as usual, it comes and goes though. for a week or two straight i cant stop thinking about him then i stop and am all "into" George and then it eventually comes back. I havent had a cigarette in a while, mostly because theres no one to get them for me which sucks. Speaking of which i havent talked to Leens (Lena=my cousin) in a while. Last i heard was about a week ago or so and she was going on a cruise to Ensenada. ah, the stories of Ensenada. Yes..I am Mexican. For some reason im thinking about my old upstairs neighbors in Cinnamon Tree (old apartment complex...maybe youll get the story later). the son was really hot but i was never quite sure of how old he was. i know for fuckin sure that he was older than me. probably a good 8 years or so. but apparently...thats what i go for. guys about 8 years older than me. Im starting to think i may have some growing up to do. all i need to do now is let it happen, but i really cant when theres all this stuff attatching me to how i am now. George,David,Whoever else i associate with. My pinky is numb, its been freezing ass here for the past few nights, but i like it. I love when you can go outside and take a big crisp breath in then exhale and see your breath like smoke. Michelle, im mad at her at the moment. Im prety sure i resent her for fucking up my childhood but whatever. I wanted to go to that Yellowcard show and if she would have only called me back maybe i could have. But no. And what the hell is this where she has to ask her fuckin stupid boyfriend if she can go out or not? (fuck her boyfriend...hes a dumbass and i dont feel like explaining his ass right now either) Damn it George for not being online. Im gonna tell him "I love you too" at the end like usual but recently ive been thinking that i really dont mean it. i made the mistake of telling him i was now IN love with him instead of just having love FOR him like before. I'm an idiot, now hes all into me, like more than he ever has and im starting to get all "dude, chill" and i look at him as more of just a friend. whatever dude. David- It was right there...outside my window...its a constant reminder of that night. Where he pulled up in his big tan car and got out kind of distracted by his ipod, and then stepped out, looked at me and turned his ipod off. He looked to my house...said "hey" or something of that casual nature. and i gave him the 20 bucks, he says "that was so dealer move right there" reinacting the scene. i dont want to talk about this anymore. My parents will finally be out to work tomorrow, hopefully i wake up before 2 to enjoy it. dont get me wrong, i dont hate them, i can just handle so much before i go mad. Oh Marcus...being an idiot (my brother). no need to get into that one right now. Must go. GooBye

Mood: Decent...not fake...just...kind of here i guess. Office Like
Listening to: 102.7

so..this is yet another journal ive started. probably wont write in it much. I would give you my background and story...but i dont know if i feel like it. Ah, Lesson 1 of Le Me. I usually dont know what im feeling or what im thinking or anything. Patience...keep your patience.

These are things that pretty much describe me.

 I really do believe im clinically insane sometimes.

So I like guns...problem? (Yes)

I fuckin rock...as much as possible

Joyrides are great

I smoke too much

I flirt alot even when im not trying to...it just happens

I kind of lost my creativity but im trying to get it back

My computer is like this alot of the time

I honestly seriously literally do this, but on the wall in my kitchen

I just really like this haha