but really, what is the point of sleep again? i do not understand it. i should be working all night and not sleeping. sleep is a severe waste of time. i really.. dammit is my printer out of paper? DIE PRINTER DIE continuing on… i don’t see why i need sleep. except. i do see why im completely bipolar. or cyclothymia thingmabob. because i go to school happy, i come home depressed, and then after like 12. am. i feel happy again. but still sorta depressed. i dunno. im really confusing myself now. well. i’ve finished my work and just got to get through tomorrow. i hope i can. because if i get through school then i come home and I SEE HELEN!!!! and helen and i are gonna have a sleepover and i haven’t had a sleepover with her since australia/new zealand.
i’ll always remember the night we had the four person room and helen and i decided to sleep in the same bed, and at like two a.m. there was a knock on the door and neither of us wanted to get up and answer it, we thought it’d just go away. so the leaders like pounded on the door and then helen got up and found out we had to go catch an early flight.
dear helen, i miss you, and cannot wait to see you tomorrow later today!
iloveyou
i just realized that everyone is connected.
like… the seniors i talk to in bio hang out with the seniors i talk to outside of school who hang out with the seniors i talk to in gym. gah. i dunno. they just are all connected. like. woah. the person in my bio class is going out with the person in my gym class. its so weird.
i said no music unless it got me in a southern, confederate mindset. my sister played free bird.
this is a random thought that popped into my head after a recent conversation with someone i met on a regretful website.
i always want to remember my last kiss. for the rest of my life i don’t want to go a period of time so long that i cannot remember when the last time i kissed someone was. i don’t think i want to rack up the numbers; quality is definitely above quantity.
I love when people
-hold open the door for me.
-say my name.
-hug me.
you know, after a breaking up with someone that i've been with for a longgg time I thought I was going to be bad, but I'm not.
(via soyinolvidable)
sakdlfjas gah. helen. im glad you aren’t “bad” but… i can’t wait for tomorrow. i miss you.
are you sure you’re okay?
what happened?!?!?
i’ll probably find out soon. but. gah. im so sorry. i love you.
December 17, 2009
THE MORNING:
Dearest AP, Why have you disappeared and where are you? Are you ok? Did you take your driver’s test and pass? Are you at the DMV? Did you fail? Are you moping? Why has no one heard from you?
Pepepain… “it wasn’t him” *is confused*
What the eff did I do last night? :P
I actually did my math homework. strange.
I did not sleep much…
My Bio notes: body>transfer RNA> computers, etc> boys
THE AFTERNOON(LUNCH AND BEYOND):
Tony: Shit.
Orgy? BoysBoysBoys & Track 16 (please tell me when you know what it is)
Oh. AP isn’t involved in anything cool. She was just sick.
Model UN! I talked. (:
Pen Pal! (THANK YOU BTW, IM WRITING YOU A LETTER NOW)
535. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO "PLAY IT COOL" AROUND SOMEONE YOU LIKE. IF THEY DON'T LIKE YOUR SPAZZY NEUROTIC SELF, THEY AREN'T WORTH IT.
(via gotwisdom)
Does anyone want to be my tumblr pen pal?
I would really like to write real old fashioned letters to someone. Just… i guess like a formspring, but yea. If you would like to be my pen pal, either email me
snapperlatida@yahoo.com
or formspring me, i’ll try to write you something and get it out before christmas.
http://www.formspring.com/forms/?714520-2oVsVVEI5J
xoxo
overactiveimagination (liv)
You don’t know just when to stop,
You’re living life to be on top,
So step back and be real,
And just admit the way you feel,
And see that we are all one big learning gang.
And it’s true that,
We all wanna be the baddest,
We all have a little baggage,
Even though we hide it
And we always will deny it,
We are driving this float down main,
In this pride parade…
