Please come to Writers' Cafe TOMORROW
May 1
7 Pm
$10


PLEEEEASE

Lately, I've found myself extremely tired while driving. I didn't think much of it until today when I actually started swerving on I-95 into that area between the divider and the actual lane, you know, where the road has those little bumps so when you drive over it it makes that loud ass sound. After I dropped Arina at home I actually had to pull to the side of the road for a moment. Regardless that I live a minute away from her and could probably get there with my eyes shut, I was too scared to drive. Not good.

Writers' Cafe is exactly a week from now. I'M SO EXCITED. I'm actually really confident about it, it's coming together well, especially after I tore everyone new ass holes yesterday. They're finally taking it seriously. The videos are gonna be awesome, my piece has been well received, and I finally wrote my part in the finale. It's all over after this.

I feel like I might have lost a tiny bit of weight maybe possibly? I haven't weighed myself in a while though and even though I want to, just so I can keep track and everything, I'm really scared to. I don't know why, I guess I just don't want to be disappointed? But whatever, maybe I haven't really lost anything, but gained some confidence? I've been letting go of my hoodies and sweaters. I actually went the entire day without one today (GASP!!!!!). But I know that if I weigh myself and didn't really lose anything, that confidence is gonna peace out in a heart beat.


So yeah, everything's pretty good lately, except for the part where I work tomorrow. WELCOME TO GAYLAND WTF.

Report Card

87 Civics
P Senior Residency
96 Poetry
85 Nonfiction
82 Environmental Science
88 English
90 UWA
92 "Senior Seminar"
75 Gym

Considering I've been to gym once this entire quarter, I'd say I'm pretty fucking content with those grades.


My birthday's in like three weeks and I have no clue what I'm doing. I wanna party but I don't know where. I don't even know who I'd want to invite. I know a ton of people but there's only a few I genuinely like spending time with.

Senior Exit presentation on Wednesday. I seem to be the only person who doesn't give a shit. I'll hand out some pictures, show a documentary, and bullshit some information. Big deal. The only thing I'm really worried about is what to wear. I don't think I own any "professional attire."

Oh yeah and I'm taking out the dreads. My scalp hurts and itches and I'm just really impatient. I read that the twist method doesn't even form what one expects dreadlocks to look like; they'll be kinky even after they're fully locked and that's not the look I'm going for. Fuck it, maybe another time.

LOL I'M A GIRL

For Angela:

I had a dream last night that I finally met Tim, but he wasn't really Tim, he was the douche bag from Rent that came to CAPA the other day who I hate so very much.
So I punched him.

So after like, a fucking YEAR, me and Biggest Pat are going to hang out. I don't know when or where but FUCK YES SUCCESS IS MINE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.


Creep much?

Copy Cat

Not finished yet


1. When you're alone in the lunchroom next year I hope you remember who your real friends were.
2. You're so pretty when you smile. I'm sure it has a lot to do with him but I hope you're starting to learn how to be happy with yourself.
3. I don't know that you actually regret throwing your life away. You don't regret not having an education or else you'd have your GED by now. You only regret not having a fucking prom. Don't worry, you'll be able to dress up at your shotgun wedding.
4. I'm not sure if I refuse to let go because I love you or if I'm just milking it for all I can; because you're part of the routine.
5. Nobody liked you, then everyone liked you, and now no one really likes you again. I don't pity you - you did this to yourself.
6. I'm apologizing in advance for breaking your heart. I don't want the responsibility of being your first.
7. I know this was mentioned before but I want to stress the fact that you are one of the very few people I genuinely like spending time with.
8. I'll never be able to comprehend how you can live without a guilty conscious. I can't wait for the day to come when I can prove I didn't need you anyway.
9.

ROLLIN IN THE BENJAMINS, SONNN

Got the Presidential Scholarship for Columbia. $8000 a year and it's renewable as long as I keep a 3.0 GPA.


I IS TEH SHYT.



Also got a prom dress but only Arina knows what it looks like. SHHH DON'T TELL ANYONE.


Oh yeah, possible party Friday? It's uh, Thomas Jefferson's birthday (i.e. I just wanna get drunk and cuddle with my friends).


I haven't talked to Matt in a while. Oops.

Arina and Angela got their nips pierced today because they're rebellious.
Boobs are awesome, no wonder I used to be a lesbian.


Lalala, going to pick up Danielle soon and then tryna get a job at Hot Topic. Please make fun of me, really, I'd enjoy it. Fucking pricks.


Today it dawned on me that I don't have a boyfriend anymore.
DEAR [insert Jim's friend's name here], PLEASE FUCK ME I ASK FOR NOTHING MORE.



Lo0o0o0o0o0o0ve Saabrainianaaa!!!!!

I thought about planning a birthday party and then remembered I only genuinely like a select group of individuals. So then I thought, Oh, I should stop hating the world and start giving people a chance. But THEN I remembered, I'm leaving in four months, and no matter how much I care about anyone (besides immediate family), I will probably barely (if not ever) see them again.

So now I'm apathetic again. I plan on inviting that select group to my exboyfriendthatistillfuck's house and drinking and holding hands and probably crying about how we'll never share another night like that once June 18th approaches.

That select group has shrunk since SOMEONE will be on an island or some fucking bullshit.