she was drinking tea out in a garden

all of this drama is pointless. some people need to grow the fuck up and start acting their age, not the sum of the numbers that make up their age.

we're as low as they are. but it felt so, so good.

2/20 and 5/7 will be amazing. barricade is definite, and its just going to be amazing.

wow, referring to people but not saying who they are is so fucking cool. you dumb bitch, anyone that reads a certain lj comm would know who you're talking about.

my preschoolers make me yearn for those days.

we're picking up things we shouldn't read.

sorry i felt the need to voice my opinion. i thought it was a "place for friends", not a place for cunts that have nothing better to do than mock people. unlike you guys, i actually go to school and have a job, so i can't sit on my fat ass and wait to be able to buy a ticket the way you guys can.

unlike you guys, i'm actually in it for the music, not their looks. genuine fans>stupid whores.

revenge can be sweet if it happens.

being grown up isn't half as fun as growing old

i don't want to grow up. i don't want to be responsible. i don't want a career or a real job. i just want to dance and go to shows without a care in the world. i'll never be able to relive these years, i need to take advantage of this while i still can and hold onto my memories.

cobra impressed me again. suarez is my man. and the cab are the cutest boys ever.

i don't fucking believe that you got into vip. and that picture of you, him, and his gf? fucking weird, you're not going to be his new gf. ever.

party queens, if you wanna be scene, take a shit where you sleep and smile real wide for the pap-pap-pap-pap-paparazzi everywhere

so much drama. everyone talks behind each other's backs, can't we all just get along? someone steps out of the room for one second, and everyone starts talking about them. its like high school all over again.

its a cobralicious week. pies, parties, fuckups, its been good so far. i'm so proud of them for being on trl, and i love me some guy ripley... delicious.

hey cuntrag, he has a girlfriend so "step the fuck off his jock". gabe wrote about sluts like you when he wrote "scandalous". and nice how you use me for shit and then ignore me. i'm done with you and your games. you're fucked on friday, we will have the front of that stage and you won't be anywhere close to him.

i don't wanna grow up. i don't want to have a career. i just want to dance, take pictures, and go to shows.

this is just word vomit. every word that i say (type?) is meaningless.

makes you wonder

i hate these 3am bedtimes. i start getting those thoughts that i push to the back of my mind during the day.

uriegate '08 is full of win. i hate stupid scenequeens and their inability to utilize proper spelling and grammar.

i get to keep my scholarship, so that's one less thing that i have to worry about.

photo-proofed kisses I remember so well

drank a lot last night. 2 mikes hard lemonades and a tea one. i almost had a fourth. they started going down like water, i started feeling numb, and i loved it. i welcomed in 2008 with a drink while everyone else made out with each other, i didn't feel as lonely with that.

i went outside after the ball dropped because my friend did, and i wished on a star. i felt so hopeful while i didn't, i haven't felt that way in a long time. maybe that's a sign that this year will be different.