tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26188034504253465622012-02-16T17:01:58.549-08:00charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11185577956262641342noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618803450425346562.post-2165558843714978972008-11-02T19:36:00.000-08:002008-11-02T19:38:06.719-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUFfeonX2NM/SQ5x-nfcFxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fQvyFtB7_7c/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUFfeonX2NM/SQ5x-nfcFxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fQvyFtB7_7c/s200/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264270335009363730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">this is me on a day where i thought i looked cute. happy times. where did you go?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618803450425346562-216555884371497897?l=charizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11185577956262641342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618803450425346562.post-64652920236466117032008-11-02T19:30:00.001-08:002008-11-02T19:34:11.268-08:00let's be real, here, i think i'm depressed again. i hate being in my house.<div>basketball starts this week and i no longer have a desire to play. i want to get injured so i have an excuse. that is so wrong.</div><div>my solo for chorale is with a girl that apparently can't sing. ball sack!</div><div>i just wanna sleep. maybe i'm coming on my period.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618803450425346562-6465292023646611703?l=charizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11185577956262641342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618803450425346562.post-79774033981264429842008-11-01T20:40:00.000-07:002008-11-01T20:55:19.058-07:00<div>i'm not happy. i'm not depressed (yet), but i'm not happy.</div><div>i scratched a car and lied about it. i lied and ran away like a coward. i parked in a lot 2 blocks away because i am a lying coward. i told my parents i scraped a post. i saw the woman drive away. she looked pissed and i felt bad.</div><div>i got home and my mom was nagging me about leadership programs that we cant' afford that she wants me to do. i told her i would do one, but she wants me to do both and i just don't want to do them.</div>i used to be bold as a kid. i would ask boys out if i thought they were cute. now, i don't know. <div>i feel like my friend jessie would make a good boyfriend...if she were a dude. or i don't care. but she definitely wouldn't swing that way. i mean i would. one of my friends said that it shouldn't matter. if she woke up tomorrow and loved a chick, it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">wouldn't</span> matter. i like they way she thinks. in the long run, if who i'm with makes me happy, man or woman, it shouldn't matter.</div><div>if obama isn't elected, i'm leaving the country.</div><div>today was a long day.</div><div><br /></div><div>*title is a lyric from john mayer's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">i don't trust myself with loving you</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618803450425346562-7977403398126442984?l=charizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11185577956262641342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618803450425346562.post-50072058261221891312008-10-31T12:33:00.000-07:002008-10-31T12:36:30.286-07:00basically, i think this summer was just really bad for my self esteem. i went to a pre-college program at MICA and it was fun and i learned alot. i also learned that i have no idea what i wanna do. i guess since i took a couple good friends away from it with me it wasn't a total waste. i mean i'm incredibly interested in black and white film photo, but on the same token i want to build my life around horse. oh god, i'm rambling. <div>sometimes, it's hard. sometimes my rambles are this lighthearted, sometimes they are darker. those generally stay in my head, though.</div><div>i'm gonna go now.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618803450425346562-5007205826122189131?l=charizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11185577956262641342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618803450425346562.post-41336273709178139602008-10-19T19:27:00.000-07:002008-10-19T19:30:45.007-07:00i came really close to being in a car accident last week. instead of panicking that my dad was about to hit the car in front of us, i simply took a deep breath and accepted my fate. i'm not entirely sure what to make of this. i mean, does this mean that i'm ok with dying? or does it mean that i just roll with tthe punches and take whatever comes my way. who fucking knows...<div>it just weirded my out. i feel like i should have been more upset my dad nearly rear ended this car going like 45 in traffic. i guess what is done, is done, eh?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618803450425346562-4133627370917813960?l=charizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11185577956262641342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618803450425346562.post-55490405394829569082008-10-18T19:09:00.000-07:002008-10-18T19:13:20.332-07:00<div>i'm new here, just switched from lifejournal.</div><div><br /></div><div>i just needed somewhere new. my friends know where to find me there and i just wanna say what's on my mind.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618803450425346562-5549040539482956908?l=charizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11185577956262641342noreply@blogger.com0