So long, farewell, adieu to you and you!

I'm moving to tumblr. I don't know how to explain it, I just like it better? Well cya.

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*Sept 13, 2010: Looking back, I realize I was quite the drama queen. And I was totally lame. I mean, lyric titles and stuff. I guess it led me to where I am now, but damn. I wish I could've skipped that embarrassing stage.

Hey, it's your special day, old man.

Just wanted to give a shout out to my pops.
Happy father's day, dad. I love you.
Isn't he just too cool?

Our time is almost here.

Summer's here and to be honest, I'm not feeling it. Friggg, I think it's the thought of summer school. Ugh, I cannot believe I am taking summer school. Anyway. I had some random thoughts in my head and I just needed to put them down somewhere.

I do not have the initiative to just go and frickin lose my flub. Jeebus, I don't wanna just run around by myself, I would look so retarded, because I don't look like a runner. But then again, being flabby doesn't make me one of the cool kids either. I'm not liking this situation.

My birthday is coming up in early July and it makes me wonder if I'm going to have more freedom. If you know me, you know my parents. They don't let me go places much, because I'm young and I'm a girl. Mother efffffff, not fair. Besides, I remember how to SING (Miss Congeniality reference, ou ye). But honestly, djsfgjdjhfsg. I just hope it's going to be different.

I want to have a new style and look. I love the vintage stuff, but cmon, from plain hoodies with graphic tee's and a pair of DC's to cute vintagey dresses and cardigans? A bit too drastic, don't you think? djkhgosfdi I don't like this either.

Well I should sleep, I can feel the bags under my eyes growing.

Bye, xox

The word is out, this town can hardly breathe

When air is filled with dust & dying dreams.

I lied. I always say I don't know who I am, that I don't know what kind of person I am. But I lied. I know who I am. I am quite the judge of character. I know you better than you think. It's not that you're predictable, don't worry. You're all special. When I say I don't know who I am, just know that I do. Maybe not entirely, but for the most part, yes. I know I'm the kind of person who hates being pushed around by the ones close to me, but I put up with it anyway because I know it helps you succeed or makes you happy. I'm not the type to tell you that what you're doing or saying is hurting me. I'd much rather have you clueless about my bothers. But I'm also the kind of person who's hurt that you don't notice what you do to me. I'm the kind of person who over thinks things, but it ends up helping me eventually. I wait for people to change. I don't like how many times I've used the word "I" in this post. One more thing, I'm the person who wants feels like they have so much to give, but is too scared to try. I think that's enough.

Later, xox

Currently listening to: This City Is Contagious by The Cab

Jenny was a poor girl

Living in a rich world

Beginning my first all-nighter since grade 4. Seriously. Tomorrow is the last day to hand in work and do tests, so I kind of really need this. Why is it that only on the last possible night, my parents decide to forget I'm still awake. I'm thankful for it, but I wish it would've happened before. Jeebus. So this is an hour after I started this post. My mom came down to check email or something, so now she may or may not be waiting for me to go upstairs. Frig. I should go.

Sweet dreams, xox

Currently listening to: We Cry by The Script
Namedrop of the day: Marshall Threads website here

If the clouds don't clear, then we'll rise above it

Heaven's gate is so near, come walk with me through.


Sometimes I wonder why I still go on this. Actually posting, I mean. The whole 'following' system makes it easy to stay updated on other people's blogs. Back to my point, who would honestly read some chick's ramblings or boring replays of my life? Other than my friends, I don't know. Like this one. Why am I typing this? Am I hoping someone I don't know is reading this? Perhaps. It used to be somewhere to vent and let pent up feelings out, but lately there hasn't been much to get all stressed out about. I've kind of half-given up on this year, just hoping to tie up loose ends and have a fresh start next year with much less mistakes. Like everything else I do, it takes me too long to adjust to change. It makes me feel clingy, which is a pet peeve I sometimes have. And no one wants to be a hypocrite, right? Didn't think so.

There are only two more days left to hand in work and do test and such, and I'm surprisingly still not feeling that whole pinch all students are supposed to feel. I am by no means ahead, on the contrary, I'm rather behind, but the actual panic still hasn't set in. My mind has this way of mollifying myself before I can feel the stress. It does this by thinking, "Hmm, 3 units in 2 days, easy peasy." And then it doesn't happen. Even then, I find some other reason why it's not terrible. Is this optimism or plain stupidity? Do I want to know? Perhaps.

It's 9:44pm and I have about 2 days to do a project. Feeling a slight tug at my heart, but nothing major yet. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Oh well.

Later, xox

Currently listening to: Before The Worst by The Script
Quote of the day: "There is no one alive who is you-er than you." - Dr Seuss

You wear your heart on your sleeve

I threw mine to the sky.


This post is going to be dedicated solely to the amazing band that is The Cab. I don't know if you've heard their stuff, but you should and they sound just amazing. God, I can't believe it and don't know how to say it other than "Ian left the band". For all you already-fans who might have stumbled across my blog, I feel your pain. Okay well it's been an hour since I started typing this post, so I'm going to have to cut it short.


Basically, I'm really sad to see Ian go, but I hope he excels in whatever he chooses to pursue next. Though I wish I could have met him at a show and could have heard more music with The Cab from him, I'm glad he didn't sell out. He didn't particularly like playing the genre of music The Cab was, and he stayed true to himself. The Cab isn't left for dead though, Singer said their friend Bryan Dawson is going to play with them. I am definitely sad right now, but in the end, I know I'll be happy. For Ian, The Cab, and myself. This change marks the beginning of more change, and with The Cab, it's bound to be great.

Peace, xox

Currently listening to: Bounce by The Cab

I got the information from Singer's blog first, then checked Cash's and he posted about it, too.