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oh you... [Dec. 29th, 2006|12:06 am]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]

im so sorry if you are mad at me for telling MY friends about things because i needed to talk to someone.i have done nothing to you, so hate me all you want.i have every reason to hate you and im trying so hard not to.you took everything from me.im not myself anymore.i want to live every day as if you never existed because then i can move on with my life.you not only broke my heart, but you showed no remorse for it and never apologized.so congradulations, you have ruined me.im cynical about everything in my life and i question everything now because of you.and from now on who ever i get involved with will have to pay for what you have done.all i want you to do is say your sorry for breaking my heart, thats all and i will be alright.i want us to be okay with eachother but from our last conversation you want to have nothing to do with me for whatever reason.
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(no subject) [Dec. 8th, 2006|04:13 pm]
[mood |confusedconfused]
[music |say anything- i want to know your plans]

I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am.
When I go to sleep for good will I be forgiven?
And If you want roses you can go buy a bouquet.
If that just won't cut it, well what can I say?

You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it's all for you.
'Cause that's what you do. That's what you do.

I want to know your fears, from your feet to the back of your ears.
When they raise the landing gear will your heart stay here?
If you could forgive me for being so brash, well you...
you could hit me or whip me, I'd savor each lash.

You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it's all for you.
'Cause that's what you do.

No more fighting.
This is only a waste of our time
'cause soon we'll be leaving.
Will this strength still be mine?
I'll look out for you 'til I die, 'til I rot.
I'll remember you 'til I die, until I rot.

You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it's all for you.

You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it's all for you.
'Cause that's what you do.
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YAY!!! [Jul. 14th, 2006|02:06 pm]
[mood |ecstaticecstatic]
[music |the sounds]

i come home tomarrow!!thank god.im just about sick of wyoming.i miss everyone really bad.so yeah i will be very glad to get back and see everyone.
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uhmm [Jul. 4th, 2006|11:12 pm]
[mood |tiredtired]
[music |the brunettes]

I just got back from my grandpas cabin today.I stayed longer than expected because i would have had to ride with my grandma and shes being pretty damn mean to me lately.so I stayed another day and went to a lake and had fun.so i come in 10 days!!im pretty excited to see everyone and finally turn 16.
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this is awful [Jun. 21st, 2006|07:23 pm]
[mood |shockedshocked]
[music |Better- Regina Spektor]

"It is not right that we cannot get the medicines we need. If we had access to anti-retrovirals we would have a future. I really can't see a future, not for me, not for my children. But we will just keep on struggling."
Belkis, Dominican Republic

Belkis and her second child, Jennifer, were diagnosed HIV-positive four years ago when Belkis was pregnant with her third daughter, Yania. She did not receive the simple medication which would have prevented the virus from passing to her child, so Yania was also born with AIDS.
Belkis can't afford the anti-retroviral drugs that could greatly prolong her and her children's lives. Like millions of other people around the world, Belkis and her children are condemned to death because they are poor. And it could get worse.

Global trading rules - drawn up by rich nations at the World Trade Organisation - oblige all countries to grant at least 20-year patents on new drugs manufactured by the transnational pharmaceutical companies. This will prevent poor countries from producing their own cheaper equivalents of those drugs, and drive medicines even further out of reach of poor people.

The pharmaceutical companies claim that the patents (which effectively put an end to competition) are fair. They argue that patents allow them to recoup their investment in developing new drugs, and to spend more on further research. In fact, as some companies privately admit, developing-country markets are so small that they make little difference to their research agenda.

i think this is awful.i got this from www.maketradefair.com
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Regina's new CD is amazing [Jun. 16th, 2006|12:01 am]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |regina spektor]

CD:Begin To Hope
Song:On the Radio

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some words
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep
This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
she def. did not disappoint.this is a great song
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i now hate glass [Jun. 14th, 2006|10:49 am]
[mood |uncomfortableuncomfortable]

last night at my dad's house, i stepped on a shard of glass.and it still hurts like hell,its kinda hard to walk.
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back in wyoming [Jun. 13th, 2006|02:07 pm]
[mood |relievedrelieved]

well im in wyoming again until july 15th.i miss everyone really bad.i have talked to a few people about some things lately and have settled problems with them.im very relieved now.my dad has chilled out slightly more this year.i really want to go see my cousins and the rest of my family.my grandma is driving me crazy about my weight.(im not saying i think im fat or anything).this year im "too skinny", but she wants me to go with her to "Curves" three days a week for as long as im here.i dont think she realizes how rude some of the stuff she says is.
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(no subject) [May. 17th, 2006|05:02 pm]
ahhhh!its raining sooo hard right now.it came out of nowhere and its scaring me!!
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Damn you David Blaine!!! [May. 9th, 2006|04:29 pm]
[music |tegan and sara-livingroom]

Dear david Blaine:
Stop trying to think of really cool ways to kill yourself.You drive me crazy everytime you do a "stunt." I don't even know why people bother watching you. Im glad you didn't die but i would love to kick you in the shin! Someone needs to give you a talking to. You really do need to stop this though, its getting old. I really don't like you.

Im kinda tired of my friends ditching me, but i dont want to confront them.Other than that, I've been pretty good lately.
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