you know you want to

MY XMAS LIST:

- L.A.M.B. "Baby" Sneakers


- Live perfume


I cAn't think of anything else.
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I've been so happy these past few weeks due to my boyfriend, Travis.
He is so cute and funny and wonderful.
It's like we are perfect for each other.
We just fit.
I get smile-y just thinking about it.
And we are going to KROQ's Almost Acoustic Xmas on December 10th.
Tickets were $400,
but worth EVERY penny for my baby and I to see Thrice together.
=]

And other than that, I finally got my Team2 raise.
Now I get paid $7.25 instead of minimum wage.
And I work around 30 hours a week,
so I'm stoked.
I only got $27 in tips today for doing 4 parties,
but tomorrow seems like it will bring in lots because I'm doing 7 parties.

ciao

Hey guys.
I'm going to Vegas for the weekend with my family,
Thursday-Sunday.
So I guess I'll see you all when I get back Sunday night.
Call me or text me,
I'll miss you.

=]

This weekend rocked my freaking world.
I literally PARTYED all weekend.
It was wonderful.
On Friday,
it was September's costume kick-back.
On Saturday,
it was September's halloween party.
On Sunday,
I went to a kick back for an hour.
On Monday,
I went to Dani's party,
then Chris' party.
Almost every night I got to spend with my girls,
and a very special boy too.
Now I'm home and I'm dead tired,
but happy.
=]

I fucking hate guys.. I've decided that. All they do is cause heartache and I hate being heartbroken. I mean, there is probably some nice guys out there, ones that don't play games with me, and that will let me know how he really feels about me. I just hate the way I get treated. I mean, I know that I'm a great girl. And I just want someone to appreciate that. I mean, they'll say that I'm terrific and I'm fun and WHATEVER.. But when it comes down to choosing the right girl, I'm never good enough to be the "girlfriend". I'm good enough to fuck around with, call up with a booty call, spend some down time with, all that jazz. But you wouldn't want to make anything serious with me, huh? I understand in a way. Guys are fuckers. They think with their penis too damn much, and when it's finally time to think with their head, they've lost too much blood flow and can't seem to make the right decision.
I wish I could just become a lesbian and forget all about the male species, because I think that they just cause me too much pain. I'm seriously tired of all this drama shit. I've graduated from high school. I thought I was in the real world, even if just a little bit. And I thought things would be different here, GUYS would be different out here. But they are just the same.. same drama, same problems, same BULL SHIT they pulled in high school. And even the ones that say they are mature are the FUCKING SAME! Guys never grow up. Maybe there is a good one out there for me, but all these assholes are fucking wasting up my time so that I can't find him. It drives me crazy to hear, "Oh! I'm different!" when he's really THE SAME as every other dick in this world.
SOMEONE JUST LOVE ME!

I really should take some kind of rage-control classes,
or see a psychologist..
but that would never work,
because I would know the games they are playing with me,
because my major is psychology.
All I can say is that I am one confused girl.
All I really want is to be happy and have fun,
but my thoughts keep interrupting me,
keeping me from truly experiencing happiness.
I think that I think too much...

I've been so damn busy lately,
working,
going to school,
hanging out with my homies,
=]

And I've recently come into contact with people I haven't seen since middle school,
so I'm pretty stoked about that.

What I really want right now:
- a BIG shopping spree
- a car
- a special boy
- a clean room/all my laundry done
- a new FASTER computer

♥

Girls and boys,
I have a costume.
I'm in a theme with September.
We're from Alice in Wonderland.
She's the Queen of Hearts.
I'm Alice.
This is what it looks like:



=]
yumm

I need to lose 20 lbs. RIGHT now.
I'm getting to be a fat ass.
Too much pizza and junk food and all that good stuff.

School is still going okay.
Getting my stuff done on time,
passing with A's.

Work is okay.
I only work 16 hours a week,
which is packed into my 8-hour shifts on the weekend.
I come home dying because we've gotten so damn busy.
I get overtime because I just don't have time to take a break.
But tips are usually good.
I got $85 this weekend,
and about $150 last weekend.
That makes me happy.

Now all I need is a boyfriend to make me happy.

You all should be so damn proud of me,
because last night I went to Halloween Haunt at Knott's.
And if you know me,
you know I HATE roller coasters and being scared.
I'm the jumpiest person in the world.
So when we first got in,
all these monster people came and scared me to the point where I was crying.
Not sobbing but tears were flowing.
I went on Ghost Rider,
which was fun,
then Silver Bullet,
which was AWESOME,
then Xcelerator,
which was fun.
Then we went on the mazes,
and I got freaked out,
but started to get used to it and enjoy myself.
Overall, the night was AWESOME.

I was supposed to go to Disneyland,
but now I will be working and going to September's party,
as usual.

OPTION 3:
Move out, live with September and Eric, drive around her old car, have my freedom and whatnot.