so interesting story. some men from holland and switzerland bought a bit of property from my g-pa. before they finished all the payments the cops found 2.2 million dollars worth of weed growing on the land. the europeans have left the country so they have no clue what to do. i know you all dont kick it with my g-pa so it might be hard for you to see how fucking hilarious this is but hes a tiny old cowboy (about as tall as my mamacita) whos damn religious and a workaholic. if hes not at church or working he watches old cowboy/indian shows. noooooooo time for weed.
another sad but funny bit is we got all this information when we were trying to find out the details of my aunts mother-in-laws death.

i watched pete and pete today. and daria....the list goes on


OCTOBER 6TH. LAZER OUTKAST
come'onnnn ya'll. you best be going. you best be camping out in advance. thats the only way to see lazer shows nowadays
(daisy you know what im talking about)

"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and I. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you."

Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself. Then, pick six of your friends and tag them; no tag backs. This explanation should be included.

1. like Brendan, i need to pee.

2. i probably like pink floyd the least of all my friends

3. i like getting hurt

4. when i was about 8 i put my naighbore who was about 5 in a big cardbored box and shook her around. she was afraid of the dark and started crying for about an hour and wouldnt tell the adults why. when they asked me i said i had no clue. i still feel guilty

5. i like watching shitty shows about dumb people to remember what im not

6. i really like to hit things

i dont tag anyone. mostly because i think everyones allready done this.

warning. i need my freedom. if youve been not giving me my freedom then dont be suprised if i pull out my knife and stab you dead.

is there anywhere to keep your bike at rhs? if so, where?

anybodies want to go to the library/a bookstore and eat sweets with me tomarrow?

wow look at me go raping this thing.
but hey im having a hard time (as most of you guys coulda guessed with the new school shit) and im thinking id really like someones to bake cookies with me and basically keep me company in my basement for the weekend.


c'mon kids. cookies, movies, basement, maria, paint, paper mache....how can you refuse it?



COOKIES DUDE. COOKIES. MAYBE EVEN CAKE!!!!!!!!!!

i can't say im happy
i can't say im whole
i can't say im any differnt
and i can't say any one loves you more but it appears you can.

i go to BIG school now.



oh and on our side note: were selling our boat. fuck-ing-a-man. well, anyone know anybodys lookin' to buy them some boat?

im sure at least one of you guys knows me better than myself. i stayed up till about 6 last night then woke up around 12. i have to babysit tonight. should i take a nap or just jack myself up on caffine? need me some help here.

oh and my list of movies to see is shrinking finally. oh sweet sweet tv.

i dont get to see daisy or neil for two more weeks. im a little dead with out them. its not so much that im atatched to them inparticular but ive been feeling really needy and pathetic and psycotic latley. examples? i wont sleep on my bed, i will not go to bed before midnight, i always wake up at least to sit and make plans of what would happen if i could be less of a coward and talk to those i miss (realllly pathetic eh?) its no ones fault but id be really quick to put the blame on some certain someones if you asked. (which i have). writting about how im never going to open up to anyone again makes me want to vomit but its keeping me from doing things by not talking to anyone. im really confused right now and a lot of things are happening real fast.

on another note my brothers last day living here is today (im still spending the next two weeks off and on with him). but because of his leaving i get a bb gun, fancy man shoes, sunglasses, a sewing machine, a bag, various teenage hippie type junk thingaroos. ya. and i guess freedom to use his room as a please. pretty sweet. (not from him) i also received my schedule and in that said schedule i dont have a 2nd period. is this a good thing or bad? is it worth risking killing that spare time by going in to get a schedule change? it doenst seem a particularly good time to have free does it? if i went home (would i be allowed to?) via bus i wouldnt realy have any time to stay home so that would be pointless. i dunno. well before i rant anylonger
good bye

i don't like you much

just some friendly advice

1, (at pcc at least) brains are kept on alise four
2, when skinny dipping dont leave your bra too far away from the water incase of cops with flashlights
3, watch where you step, there might be vaginas on the ground
4, rileys car is well equiped with bandaids to keep blood from ruining the interior.

thats all for now kids.

little miss fuck up

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone

how the fuck can you go to bed before 1am? i just cant do it. ive been trying for two hours. gah

I GOT THE BEST PHONE CALL EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER AND YOU DIDNT! actually brendan did and im sure other people as well. but either way it was amazing and im all happy. ya....done.

ever have a hummingbird 2 feet above your head?

i really hate things. things like grape juice and stummy aches and touching. weird people keep touching me. if you crazy men could kindly stop id me much appreciative.
but on a nother note, i really love things. things like driving. cars are way cool. you can live in them (no more need for a house) you can have a radio in them (no more need for itunes/computor/ipod that i no longer have) you can pretty much fall in love with them (no need for men) and ya. lots more.