Don't gasp at the predictable; a comforting lie can't last

Fucking finals.

2007-05-01T11:55:44Z

Alright, now I'm a little cracked out from coming down on too much Redbull and doubleshots, and I cant sleep; therefore, this entry may sound a little off. So it's finals. I had about four days to study, but instead I go to Milwaukee to see a concert with Ricky, Brandon, Todd, and a few more of their friends. I convinced myself I was going to study on the way, but that did not happen at all. Regardless if I was really planning studying or not, it was a spontaneous decision. But the decision was worth it. The concert was trippy, the mix of personalities was perfect, and a $400 hotel room was destroyed. I'm now even more whipped to the boy that whipped me into going on this trip. The best part? I think I made the right decision. I studied all night tonight, and I studied my way. Alex and I went over to Luis and Jon's and studied with intensity. Now I am writing, because my preparation style has kept me awake until past sunrise. The lost hours of rest aren't entirely losses, because I love to write, and nothing inspires me more to succeed in life and in school than friendship, love, and fucking shit up in order to see beauty in the chaos.

Girl gone wild

2007-04-27T09:14:55Z

Today I was supposed to go to the Sox v Tigers game, but it was cancelled. Alex Congi and I decided to intoxicate our bodies with alcohol despite the lack of activity. I've been drinking far too much beer, wine, and champagne, so I asked our friend to buy me something girly. He buys me a pint of Bacardi. I drink all of the rum. So it's Thursday, and I'm wasted like it's the first day of college. I ended up hitting a bowl and a blunt; I don't even remember how this happened. Eventually, I was back in Congi's room with her and Simon, but I decided I had to go back to my room, because I was entirely too wasted and it was like...8 o’clock. I'm lame; I know. I go back to the third floor I suppose, but I don't remember. Next thing I know, it’s late. I'm on the 17th floor in a Fraser High School t-shirt and pink and black Victoria Secret panties banging on Alex's door, telling girls I will kill them, and frantically looking for my cell phone and, you know, my pants. Alex doesn't answer the door, so I walk down 17 flights of stairs because I don't want to run into anyone on the elevator with my no clothes. So, someone on the third floor lets me in, and I apologize for my condition. I walk in my room, which was unlocked, and all my things are here. My phone has six missed calls. What happened to me? Did aliens abduct me? Why didn’t I put on any pants? Why did a pint of Bacardi make me run around like a Girls Gone Wild? I am so confused.

Lame

2007-04-11T21:04:18Z

If I read Plath, even from this shell I would be reduced.

I only poke around the bell jar though...

JESUS

2007-04-06T00:04:20Z

So I haven't wrote in this for a very long time. I'm going to the burbs to intoxicate my mind and make out with Ricky (to intoxicate my body). The rents are coming out to Chi for Easter on Saturday. I have quite the classy time planned out for the Casbar-Duncan's. My lil nephew is coming too; he is excited to see tall buildings (not me boohoo.) Basically, I've been fucking around, doing drugs, sleeping too much, avoiding class, and working on my opus that is going to make me a not millions--but fucking billions. Ok, ok I'm stealing this from Layer Cake. So I've been in and out of crack houses...well not exactly. Some of you know what I mean. Crack is whack. I'm rambling, rambling cause I'm a r-a-m-b-l-e-r. Damn you, Loyola, damn you. The next few weeks are gonna be craaaazy. Tests, papers, blahdy fucking blah. I'll keep in mine some wise advice from Anne Lamott--just take it bird by bird. Goodbye whoever reads this pathetically outdated journal; I wish you a very drunk, Jesus-filled cadbury egg Easter. PEACE!

brighteyedgirlx @ 2006-09-10T17:55:00

2006-09-10T23:04:01Z

Partying here at Loyola is lamer than shit. I don't want to go home, because I love Chicago and classes aren't tough. BUT, I do wish that some cool, down-to-earth weed smokers who are also smart (aka people like the people at home) were around to chill with. I'm always in a bad mood, I always want to punch people, and I always end up crying. I am NOT a drinker; I am a marijuana smoker. Drinking makes me one crazy bitch, especially when I'm surrounded by a bunch of dicks and bitches. Especially when I have to pay 5 dollars when one beer gets me hammered. Alcoholics piss me off here, just like the slutty, alcoholic whores in Fraser did. I have people here that I do love and enjoy hanging out with, but the majority of people here have a major stick up their ass, that I would love to rip out and beat the shit out of them with. I also hate not being able to eat because I'm not going to mass on a rainy-ass day (like everyday here), when I have hours of homework. So, I think that is the end of my rant.

brighteyedgirlx @ 2006-08-30T23:01:00

2006-08-31T04:13:49Z

I LOVE Chicago and I love Loyola. Class seems like it wont be too hard. I know, I know, it hasn't really started yet, but it's basically a review of last year. I KNEW there was a reason I took four English classes my senior year: papers! I really don't think I'll struggle. Yes, I'll have to study, but partying is surely do-able. Everyone here parties just like they did at home, and I'm surprised. No worries though, my girls back home are still my favorite. My dorm is the shit and I couldn't have asked for better girls on my floor. (Yes, that's MySpace on my Mac)I've heard the rumors about the boys here being gay or ugly or ultra-religious, but that's all false. Speaking of hotties, Warren is coming to visit me very soon. I'm excited for that. I may join a sorority if my friend here do. Well, it's time to finish up some reading and enjoy some beauty sleep. Adios!

brighteyedgirlx @ 2006-08-21T01:53:00

2006-08-21T05:54:06Z

Maybe we can live in a world of art and beauty.

Chillin in the ghettos of Cleveland...

2006-07-05T20:32:30Z

My life is so weird.

Fireworks!

2006-06-26T04:47:12Z

I went to the Madison Heights fireworks with Melissa, Drew, and Isaiah.

Thoughs

2006-06-25T18:15:45Z

Randi's graduation party was the shit. She has a kick ass group of friends. Other people in this town are not so pleasant. Having a for sale sign on my front lawn is definitely bittersweet. I cannot wait to leave the close-mindedness, but I will be sad to leave the few awesome people that I love. Maybe every city has shit-talkers, whores, and classless people. I have always praised my high school for being less cliquey and more diverse, but those people still exist, exist in their own little world. How can one be happily surrounded by negativity? I cannot surround myself with people who have not experienced life enough to judge other people’s lives. Travel. Move. Talk to people different than yourself. Take chances. I will not live in a bubble. I do not want to look inside the bubble, touch it, or talk to it. Some people grow, and others stay the same. I am moving on, graduating to big and hopefully better things.

High schools overrr

2006-06-23T20:21:30Z

Of course I earned straight A's my last year of high school, the year that counts for nothing. I took hard classes too! I was sure that I would receive some gross looking grades, because I was lazy as fuck and did drugs instead of studying. Oh well. I'm just a badass like that. I better see all A's in college or else >:-O!!!! Oh P.S. It's 4:20 pm.

Next year

2006-06-21T01:35:50Z

I live off of Lake Michigan, with a bedroom towards the lake. I do not have a roommate, and I'm living in a 19 story building. My campus is absolutely beautiful. I have tons of new friends (hopefully I'll see them around), and I'm almost completely satisfied with my class schedule. Orientation rocked, and now I'm totally excited for college. Life is good, my friends.

(I took this picture while driving on 94, so it's not the best)

(I didn't take this one, obviously)

Who wouldn't want to live here?

ALSO I need a huge favor from one of my friends. My move in date is August 23rd and I don't have anyone to take me. If anyone is heading to Chicago, or would just like to visit the city for a few days... let me know. I don't exactly have the most involved parents. I might be able to do it on my own, but it's a lot of stuff to carry with me on a train! (UPDATE! J may take me... but if anyone is already going to Chi, lemme know!)

Hey!

2006-06-13T06:05:12Z

Saturday I went to Newbie's going away party. It was awesome! Tons of people chillin at the pool, releasing their inhibitions. I came home Monday night/morning. I went shopping with Melissa. I bought a new outfit and presents for my Mom's birthday, which is officially today. Then J came over and he was just as cute as ever. Tomorrow we're going to Hooters because Melissa works there and I hear they have good wings.

I mix of shit I did over the past few weeks.

2006-04-30T16:22:58Z

My mom got married. I partied really hard at Ricky Lee's. I went on Spring Break, and hung out with a lot of crazy mother fuckers. I shopped a lot. I watched The Daytime Emmys with Keri, Lil Jay, and Derek. I went to a bash at Sam's first apartment. I had a BBQ yesterday. I wrote, I read, I drank cosmos and loved my life.

Weekend with my loveeer

2006-04-09T23:42:39Z

Friday Matt and I hung out with Ashley, Sam, Dayna, Renee, and Melissa. We drank lots. Yesterday, when we woke up we went right to Keri's where she made us waffles and mimosas. He had entirely too much fun with her and Danny. This morning we went out for breakfast and took it easy. We went for a walk and swung on the swings. I miss him now, and it pisses me off.

Yes!

2006-04-04T02:33:08Z

I bought the most beautiful, sexy, feminine, purple, vintage-looking, prom dress today! It was very expensive, but not over-priced, more like--out of my price range. My mom is rather pissed. I'm somewhat depressed, but it's fucking HOT. Alright. That's enough of that.

ugh

2006-04-03T00:47:34Z

My trip to Chicago was horrible. Nothing short of a disaster.

My parents and sisters are never to come visit me at school.

Hola! Happy End of the World!

2006-03-21T02:08:59Z

It seems I tend to update my journal after I visit Matt. St. Patty's was fun. Matt is fun.

I missed school Tuesday-Thursday due to violent, non-stop vomiting. I still feel week.

I have a lot of work to complete this week. Cleaning my room (those of you have seen it know the seriousness of the issue) is my main goal, yet it oddly lands last on the list. I was planning on leaving my clothes on the floor until I pack for college in the Fall, but I think my boyfriend may breakup with me if he witnesses my slob-like ways. I would really love a clean room.

Matt is coming up this weekend! Friday night we're partying in RO with Keri and Saturday we're going out on my first DOUBLE DATE with Donielle and Eric. I can't wait for him to meet my sister; they're going to get along great. I want to see the production of The Wizard of Oz at FHS this weekend, mainly to see the wicked witch. I also want Matt to meet and chill with Ashley and Scott. I really hope I can make it all fit! We'll see :)

Oh man

2006-02-22T13:23:30Z

I wasn't supposed to know but Matt took the day off yesterday and told me work said he doesn't need to go it. Although it was a bit dishonest, it was worth it cause we had a perfect day. We went to the park, drank the BEST espresso, hung out with Chris and watched sweet stuff and had fun. Stayed up all night and then drove hope. I miss him so much. I like him more and more each time we're together. I don't even know what's going to happen. Unfortunately I wont be able to see him for a very long time, and I am very sad.

Interesting night with Ashley Marie

2006-02-11T08:08:18Z

Front row OAR.
Dancing... a lot.
Met the band and got all of their autographs!
They were all so humble and nice! Loveee it.
Then we almost got mugged by about 3 or 4 black guys, and then the guitarist of OAR and his security made them leave us alone. Then he asked us to the bar, but we declined.
So we're heading back to he car and to make a long story short an 75-year-old white man was jacking off to us in our car.
THEN we got on the expressway and my car breaks down in the ghetto.
BUT tonight was sweet and now I'm going to have a few drinks and hangout with Ashley and her BF Scott.

Wow

2006-01-31T11:53:17Z

I don't even have the words to tell him how thankful I am sometimes.

Wow.

Whipped?

2006-01-30T22:00:55Z

Being paid to go to the Super Bowl or spend tons on gas and see my boyfriend?

I think [edit]I'm picking the boy.[/edit]

Whateva =P

$$$

2006-01-23T22:50:37Z

I just got more money for college! Yessss!

I lost a full 24 hours +

2006-01-16T18:17:30Z

That's the beauty of drugs and alcohol.

brighteyedgirlx @ 2006-01-13T14:04:00

2006-01-13T19:07:22Z

Last night I had a dream that I had a WHOLE bunch of ecstasy, except the pills weren't little, they were like those bath beads that dissolve in the bathtub. Whatever. All my friends and I ate em' and felt really good. It was weird dream. The end.