ooohkay. breathe through your nose. pretend it's not real. just pretend...
thank whatever god you pray to for the lovelies at TA. they're quickly becomming my most favorite people in the entire world.

A WHOLE FREAKIN' GALLERY of wonderous pictures. gah. my fangasm level just went sky-high and my eyes are left with tears of pure joy. i'm sure if you tasted them they would taste like sunshine and cotton candy.
ew.

although, i'm saddened by the amount gorgeous appears on here. i need to get a life; one that doesn't revolve around him, or his vampire chums. JEBUS I EVEN SOUND PATHETIC.

so here's my game plan. i'm going to overload. it's how i would imagine people trying to kick a heroin habit do it. or sex addicts. i imagine they just overload themselves with their drug of choice until they are physically ill (or in the case of the drug user dead) or they just don't find it appealing anymore.
i know i'm SOOOO WRONG but let me enjoy my moment.

so to begin the overload, a visual feast. enjoy. i know i will.

well isn't that lovely? i thought you'd enjoy it. now that that's over and done with, and there's like, 80 billion other pictures to drool over simultaneously, i mean, ahhh, to admire for their talented photography? right. that's completely what i meant. people with lives don't drool over photographs or people they don't know, and boy does this girl have a life.
who doesn't?
now, for a quick update since there was a tonne of empty space just hangin around after lucious here took my breath away.
nothing, really is going on in my life. it's just one big fucksicle in the sun. things are falling apart at the seams. it's so near the end of the semester my brain just doesn't want to function. it wants to be doing mindless tasks at work, be it digging out weeds and listening to my ipod or selling shit jewellery at the department store from hell, run by the ice queen herself. seriously, i wonder sometimes why i bother to get up in the morning. if it weren't for my mother's constant nagging, i probably wouldn't most days. unless there's something interesting to do.
i'm finding it hard to focus because i hate my college program so much. maybe if i didn't hate it i wouldn't mind getting up. i'm just not feelin' it, not that i ever was. but this is a means to an end, and had i actually thought about the future, i might have tried harder last year at university so i didn't end up in this godforsaken hell-hole i call a program. they should stop calling it legal assistant and fess up: it's real name is learn to be a secretary, or a sexatary, or a lawyers bitch as i like to refer to it as.
has anyone noticed that you can't spell secretary without secret? huh. the things you learn when you're avoiding not only class, but doing the assignment required to hand in in said skipped class. i blame it on the weather. fuck snow.
my plans for dallas are being dashed and slashed and all sorts of fuckery. on the one hand, i could arrive in san antonio, soak up my gorgeous little city and then head to dallas in some unknown mode of transportation (an overpriced rental? i hope not), or i could fly to 'bama and spend a good day of my holiday (quickly becoming another hell-i-day and it hasn't even started) in a van. not that i mind the day in the van. it was epic the first time, i doubt it would nothing short of amazing the 3rd time around haha. and that's not just because it's a road trip. it's a road-en-bah trip. love. i would just like an insurmountable amount of money deposited into my account via wire transfer in unmarked bills in $100,000 denominations. i don't care who this individual is, nor how they attained this amount of money. all i know is that i would like it, and preferrably sooner than later.

ahhhh enough. i'm done with this. i'm done with snow (it's fucking april for godsakes). i'm done with school, even if this is the last week. i'm done with life only because i'm bored. that's it... i'm hibernating for the duration of the week. just me, my ipod, a tredmil and forty-five minutes of sweaty glory. i say a hellyes.

do not touch my smoke... edward cullen is not amused.

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ooohkay. breathe through your nose. pretend it's not real. just pretend...
thank whatever god you pray to for the lovelies at TA. they're quickly becomming my most favorite people in the entire world.

A WHOLE FREAKIN' GALLERY of wonderous pictures. gah. my fangasm level just went sky-high and my eyes are left with tears of pure joy. i'm sure if you tasted them they would taste like sunshine and cotton candy.
ew.

although, i'm saddened by the amount gorgeous appears on here. i need to get a life; one that doesn't revolve around him, or his vampire chums. JEBUS I EVEN SOUND PATHETIC.

so here's my game plan. i'm going to overload. it's how i would imagine people trying to kick a heroin habit do it. or sex addicts. i imagine they just overload themselves with their drug of choice until they are physically ill (or in the case of the drug user dead) or they just don't find it appealing anymore.
i know i'm SOOOO WRONG but let me enjoy my moment.

so to begin the overload, a visual feast. enjoy. i know i will.

well isn't that lovely? i thought you'd enjoy it. now that that's over and done with, and there's like, 80 billion other pictures to drool over simultaneously, i mean, ahhh, to admire for their talented photography? right. that's completely what i meant. people with lives don't drool over photographs or people they don't know, and boy does this girl have a life.
who doesn't?
now, for a quick update since there was a tonne of empty space just hangin around after lucious here took my breath away.
nothing, really is going on in my life. it's just one big fucksicle in the sun. things are falling apart at the seams. it's so near the end of the semester my brain just doesn't want to function. it wants to be doing mindless tasks at work, be it digging out weeds and listening to my ipod or selling shit jewellery at the department store from hell, run by the ice queen herself. seriously, i wonder sometimes why i bother to get up in the morning. if it weren't for my mother's constant nagging, i probably wouldn't most days. unless there's something interesting to do.
i'm finding it hard to focus because i hate my college program so much. maybe if i didn't hate it i wouldn't mind getting up. i'm just not feelin' it, not that i ever was. but this is a means to an end, and had i actually thought about the future, i might have tried harder last year at university so i didn't end up in this godforsaken hell-hole i call a program. they should stop calling it legal assistant and fess up: it's real name is learn to be a secretary, or a sexatary, or a lawyers bitch as i like to refer to it as.
has anyone noticed that you can't spell secretary without secret? huh. the things you learn when you're avoiding not only class, but doing the assignment required to hand in in said skipped class. i blame it on the weather. fuck snow.
my plans for dallas are being dashed and slashed and all sorts of fuckery. on the one hand, i could arrive in san antonio, soak up my gorgeous little city and then head to dallas in some unknown mode of transportation (an overpriced rental? i hope not), or i could fly to 'bama and spend a good day of my holiday (quickly becoming another hell-i-day and it hasn't even started) in a van. not that i mind the day in the van. it was epic the first time, i doubt it would nothing short of amazing the 3rd time around haha. and that's not just because it's a road trip. it's a road-en-bah trip. love. i would just like an insurmountable amount of money deposited into my account via wire transfer in unmarked bills in $100,000 denominations. i don't care who this individual is, nor how they attained this amount of money. all i know is that i would like it, and preferrably sooner than later.

ahhhh enough. i'm done with this. i'm done with snow (it's fucking april for godsakes). i'm done with school, even if this is the last week. i'm done with life only because i'm bored. that's it... i'm hibernating for the duration of the week. just me, my ipod, a tredmil and forty-five minutes of sweaty glory. i say a hellyes.

do not touch my smoke... edward cullen is not amused.