pick me uuup

cure to a stressful morning:
remember the hangover and all that it entails.




hahahaha, the tiger song.
gets me every time.


now back to my 5-exam-thursday.
this weekend shall be brilliant thoughhh!



B PO.

buy me this:

tell me why this must be so on the dot:


and also:


please and thank you.

time is on our side

i made the choice i needed to make,
and i don't expect it to be easy but i do know it was the right thing to do.

tonight we missed the meteor shower, shhh!

(not actually under the influence of red cup juice, just bein' bamf in my leather threadz)



we're telling everyone we saw it.
it was beautiful ;)

forkintheroad.

mmm, decisions to make, but i need more of a sign either way.
or maybe a more clear view of the signs because i only see what i want to see.

stress.

"there's a war inside of me,
do i cause new heartbreak to write a new broken song,
do i push it down or let it run me right into the ground?
well i can't stop talking for fear of listening to unwelcome sound
and you haven't called me in weeks and honestly it's bringing me down.
and don't you worry there's still time
there's nothing to live for when i'm sleeping alone
and i wash the windows outside in hopes that the glare will bring you around
sunshine is days away i won't be saved i know all the words.
and don't you worry there's still time,
and don't you worry there's still time,
and don't you worry there's still time,
but i can't say that i'll love you forever,
and i won't say that i'll love you forever."

shhhhhhh

in my head there's only you now, this world falls on me.
in this world there's real and make-believe
and this seems real to me.

bad romance

lights poxleitner, may i be you?







oh but please, if you could,
exchange your locks for those of lady gaga?

that would be all, thank youu!




ps i got a really cuuute cheap outfit the other day, and a blog is my own so photo?

photo.

8 dollar leather jacket
9 dollar tank
DIY lacey tank top
and makenna's jeans (40 bucks at tilly's?)
aren't we dang thrifty?!

concrete colored buildings all grow stale

i think i think too much.

i know i think too much, because if i ever act half as much as i think, i overdo it and everything blows out of preportion. i just need to breathe and let things settle. i over-analyze so i that i don't worry but it doesn't stop the fear of losing something i might have missed.

the scariest thing happened this morning, i swear i had a small heart attack. it was the most painful feeling in the world.
i'm glad to be alive.



"you can stand under my umbrella" 11:19am
(you know you're having a self induced rough time when a text like that from an old friend makes everything better)


ignore the cigg

i want, i want, i want

tights.
to wear tights, boots and oversized shirts for the rest of my life.
to move on.
to not feel so sick when i try to eat correctly.
to not complain so daang much.
to cuddle all winterday.
it to be christmas time, sorry thanksgiving but i'm just not feelin' a connection between us.
to know who reads my blogs that i wouldn't expect.
to do a photoshoot.
to move out, and dedicate my time to interior decorating.
my paycheck.
makenna to come home.
not to have to go to court next week.


"i need to be bold,
need to jump in the cold water,
need to grow older with a boy like you.

say you want the same things too, say you feel the way i do."

secretly,

i love to pine for things i can't have.
no, no, no, wait. i love to pine for things things i CAN have, if so desired, but things i don't truly crave. instead of honestly "going after" these things, i just feighn interest and passion, beat around the bush until i've completely worn it down, declare exhaustion and walk away with a smile.
that way, i can look back and say i "tried" because i "did", learn from my "failures" without actually feeling the heartbreak.
"you know i always like to play the victim"
this is entertaining, but childish and i'm sick of playing heartless games.
deeeeeep, right?
that is all.

2 official goals for this week

stop wasting my time on:

(also, as a side note, quit repeating letters for the most part. i'm annoying myself)


start working harder at school on:


national court reporters assoc.

&

fill up on:




as to better (completely)cut out on:


(bad carbs)





that is my plan of achievement for the week.
oh, the finer things in life <3
xoxo




ps. i would say "save money" as my third goal, but that would mean no shopping and i absolutely needstraight legged wranglers from sunset exchange for 45$.
i heart jeans.
so, maybe after that no shopping....
wait, no its klay's birthday but i don't think that counts as shopping!
pshh, and neither do court fines.
yuck.