Current mood:	cheerful
Current music:	along came bialy - the producers
Entry tags:	boys, friends, fun, life, rambling

WHY HALLO THUR.
So after going through a shitload of old posts on this bitch and realizing I've got a lot of writing holed up in here, I decided it's not very fair of me to just abandon it the way I have. Why can't it document my life and my ups and downs and the good and bad times I've had? Why not?! WHY. Also, after going through these things, I've found I'm funniest when I'm just talking shit about my regular old life. So there! I'm keeping this journal updated for my regular old life and using the Blogspot one for srs bsnss. As srs as my bsnss gets, anyway. Also, I'm pretty sure no one even reads this crap anymore, so it's basically for my own enjoyment and to laugh at how funny I think I am.

OMG I AM SO FUNNY. SO. SO. FUNNY. LOL YOU GUYS. L@FF IN MY ROOM.

Anyway. Update on mah lyfe.

Boyfriend:

Name: James
Height: Taller than me
Weight: Perfect.
Abilities: Nom.
Stats: Excellent at bein' rad, designing the shit out of some video juegos.

Also excellent at snugglin' and lookin' at me with pretty eyes in the mornings.

Also excellent at being adorable.

Also OK SHUT UP.

Living in a new apartment complex now, called Newport North, don't know if this has been covered and if it has, we're covering it again because I don't give a fuck. Living with DJ, Cameron and Adam. We were living with Emilio, but things got weird because DJ is crazy and he ended up getting kind of shoved out. New friends Rachel and Allison are over a lot, mostly because Allison and DJ are going out now (Who'd have thought, right? I was surprised at first too, but now things are cool and I'm happy as peaches for them. Is that right? Can peaches even be happy? Whatever.) and because me and Rachel are SOULMATES. Troof.

It's nice to be able to talk random shit about my life and not worry about people trying to shut me up.

Because you can't shut me up, Internet. This is what you were made for. Whingy brats telling you their parents wouldn't buy them tickets to the My Chemical Romance concert. This is exactly what Al Gore had in mind when he invented the internet.

Because the internet is tubes.

Ok, seriously, I'm done.

P.S. I was just listening to Green Finch and Linnet Bird, but when I got to the end of this post I changed it because I was like "I don't want to put "Green Finch and Linnet Bird" for Music"

BUT NOW YOU KNOW THE TRUTH SO IT'S RUINED ANYWAY OMG.