susan

i'm about to fucking kill susan. i've only been home for 20 minutes, and she's already driving me insane.

can't you just be happy to see me without asking how much money things are. shut up. please. shut the fuck up.

rock on

what is it about that dress?

i really need to paint something.

draw, even. just something to get the emotions out.

i'm completely uninspired.

this is the worst thing that could happen to me.

"lock me out, but don't deny her what she owns"

stana

i think i love you

but what am i so afaird of?

the teuch manybe. blah blah

i'll regret this in the morning

chomp

if there was a place that sold a filter for your mouth/brain, i would buy it in a heartbeat. i need one. i'm too comfortable talking about things people are not comfortable hearing. i think that's why i say it. i like to watch people squirm. 

penis.

i like burnt popcorn

anyone who knows me knows i love popcorn.  and anyone who knows i love popcorn knows i love burnt popcorn. so, whenever i make it, i always put it in a little longer. no big deal.

i walked down the hall of my dorm to make some popcorn and walked back to my room. i sat on my bed and opened the bag and let the scent fill the air. one thing i neglected to remember is that my bed sits under the fire alarm in my room. 

i'm too embarrassed to continue.

guess what.

i had an amazing weekend.

i'm gonna get what i want.

the end.