i'm a walking contradiction,
a breathing paradox.
i wear my heart on my sleeve,
and at the same time very guarded.
i'm very soft and giggly,
but can be interrupted with a heavy, rigid air.
oh my lord,
i have waay too much P.R.I.D.E
it's like pulling teeth for an apology.
i love to talk
but the whole "communicating" tip pisses me off.
argh...
it's funny how we become our parents.
my attempt to learn from other's mistakes
has caused me to become overly cautious.
and to look too far into the future,
instead of just living life.
- it's dreadful -
call me crazy. call me weird. call me a hypocrite.
or like my new friend babs says to me "you wild kid"
[but between you and me i think he tells that to everyone]
*chuckles*
i'll just cuss you out with a smile.
side note:
meet dianah wynter:
she's a director. and fucking amazing.
- spoke in my media class
she did: the soul food series. alex mack. cousin skeeter
[other stuff but you know me...]
then she said it
you're a writer. if you can't stop writing
if all you do is write.
.....moving on to the austin trip.........
mucho fun
i still look like i'm 5 years old.
and it does look like arilla's not wearing pants.
bored in the club bathroom....
we, not all we, lol
tried some new things..hehe
i got a hematoma..wtf?
side note part deux:
they must have made the lighters especially
to burn their hideous clothes
that turn people into mindless zombies
we watched looney tunes in politcal science class
&&i love that rooster
and the way he says..."ahhhh shhhaaap apppp"
---also: SPEEDY GONZALEZ IS HELLA RACIST
and you know i'm serious cause i don't say hella
but it is also hella funny.
school is almost over.
so i'm relaxing.
--back on my grind.
