Jeana Dellaquila

Tonites the night

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 04:22:00 GMT

Last drop was love tonight!

i was

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 16:49:32 GMT

so incredibly.
blind.

so i guess she did hurt me.
it felt a lot worse than i thought
it ever would.

and i really can't stop thinking about it.
and i really wonder what to do from here.

i wanted to not see it.
and you let me not see it.

i told you if you came here, i'd take you to see lauren, because i don't care WHO you want, as long as you're happy. and if she was what made you happy then i'd give you a ride. i'd do whatever. i'm chilll like that. everyone knows that. you should've told me then. it was a perfect opportunity. and you shouldn't have led both of us on.

lauren horbal you're one of my best. nothing can change that.

i have a problem.

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 19:52:49 GMT

more than anything in the world.
i want you to hurt me.

yeah did you hear me?
hurt me.
break my fucking heart.
that's what i want.
you're too good for me.

hurt me.
please.
give me a way out.
hurt me.
i want a reason for wanting something else.
i want a reason to go.
hurt me.

it's all i want.
just give me what i want.

so basically.

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 22:01:14 GMT

I GOT INTO EMMANUEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i've never been more proud of myself or so excited. i need to go. i just. i need to.

i also got into SCSU. not as exciting for me.

but ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i want to go to BOSTONNNNN!

oh. i hit an asian in a bmw today. my tank sliced through her door. whatever.

but nothing can bring me down now, not a thing!
i neeeeeed to go!!!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

yeah. i haven't been this happy in ages!
:]:]:]:]:]

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 02:01:28 GMT

i wish it was all that easy.
it's not.
get over it.

waiting on emmanuel is KILLING me!

everyone who reads this

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 00:29:15 GMT

is no one that should. because at the end of the day do you remember what i write here? no. do you care? no. that's EXACTLY what i want though. this thing is a rant. it's a sad silly stupid little thing that in years to come, if the internet is still around, i can look back at my senior year and laugh my fucking lungs out over. because it's rediculous. it's pure mindless efforts.

today i went to work. in the blizzard. and talked to people i will never be friends with outside of work. i observed. two girls i work with talked so much shit about another co-worker. then when said co-worker showed up, the three of them were best friends. it was high school at its best. thing is, they've all graduated. so i guess that was my first example of real worl bull shit.

then i came home. and realized that i never was one to think smoking and all that was bad. but, i came to see that when i really care about someone, it really bothers me. like i don't know why. it's not my place at all to tell someone how to live their life. especially when it doesn't affect me personally. it's just like, when i smoke or drink. i have fun and am safe. but i feel like they just do it to do it. and like, in all honesty, if you can't hang out sober, you need new friends. i'm not saying you can't, i'm just saying. i never was someone to have this get under my skin, but i won't lie, it does. me and bilie smoked weed on erins back porch one day and ate some food and laughed and shot the breeze and then we left. and took photos. and had fun. we had more weed but we didn't need it. it's all about balance. im not straight edge. not in the least. but party and have fun. but don't like, live with your lips around your bowl.

i watched invader zim. it was magnificent.
i need to finish my christmas shopping.
i'll probably wait until next weekend.
when the mall is even worse.
and the traffic can blow me.
and i'm broke because this check will suck.

oh joy! i'm out.

tell me everything

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 19:01:29 GMT

i just want to scream at you.
i want to be in your face.
and tell you exactly what i really feel.
what i really think.
but i can't.
because society has conditioned me to believe that's rude.
but i know you.
you aren't a stranger.
i shouldn't have to hold back.
i really can't take much more of this.
it's such an instability.
it's such a hassle.
it is such BULLSHIT.
and i am sick
and tired
of it.

i do not need this.
not from anyone.
not from you especially.
read this.
please just read this and make my life easy.
i can't do this much longer without breaking.

recently i have a thing with mountains. and hills. and such.

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 03:14:09 GMT

The man was short, worn by age, and with brittle bones that could barely hold what they had been able to one day years ago. His head was the perch for an old bowler hat with worn edges. The slacks he wore rode up at his ankles when he sat, and were high on his waist. You could easily see his bones poking through the loose skin. The stubble that prickled his face was atop his worn, wind-beaten skin that had obviously seen many sunburns.
As he hobbled up the hill towards the outlook of his Scottish farm, he stopped short to catch his breath. As his chest heaved, with one hand on his walking stick, he gazed backwards at the town that lay at the bottom of the hill. It was where he was born, raised, married, and had in turn raised his own children. He'd never known anywhere else, and he never would. With fresh air filling his lungs he journeyed to the top of the hill.
Upon reaching his destination, he took in the sites. To his left was Westmore. And to the right, yet slightly more distant than Westmore, lay Briarcliff. Yet, directly in front of the man was his farm. At the bottom of the rolling green hill, still a part of his small town was where his family made their living. The hill separated them from the town, and he had ventured over the hill for a nice stroll in the city. Trying to stay as healthy as possible was a priority for the elder. He saw the plots of land where the crops flourished and the animals grazed. A lot could be done with 30 acres.
With a falling sun left a sense of unfinishedness for the day. Not only had he not been out in the fields today, he hadn't even seen his son. Scott woke up early and came in after the man had fallen asleep. They lived in separate houses on the land right next door, and it wasn't often that they missed each other.
The man went back to his house. He had just wanted a glimpse of what today meant for his land. He sat in the arm chair to the left of his bed. After struggling with his glasses case, he put his spectacles on, turned on a lamp, and began to read a few verses from the Bible.

[this isn't finished]

snow days

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 21:41:33 GMT

i love snow days. but i really want summer to get here. thankyou very much.

today all i did was absolutely nothing.
but then i did my hair. and make up. and got dressed. i put on the same shirt i wore yesterday without a thermal. and realized that i looked hot. and re-pierced my ears. so i can gauge them once january rolls around. and unpacked groceries my dad brought home. and came on here. and realized im all dressed up with no where to go. and i look so goooood. damn oh well.

i'm really bored.
i'm really snowed in.
i'm really in need of lunch.

love youuuu

i'll look into the light.

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 01:08:41 GMT

the girl was content.

no one could tell why though. she had a smile on in the hallway. nothing really brought her too far down. not ever. not anymore. yet, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get past content. she couldn't get better than that. it was a dull ditch. a rutt.

now, content doesn't mean happy. that's just its connotation. in fact, it's denotation is that you feel sufice with your life. it isn't splendid. it isn't grand. it isn't unbearable. it isn't terrible. it's alright. that's when you're content. and she was.

why weren't things better? well, why weren't they worse?

she walked down the street one day. the yellow lines guided her way. where they curved, she did too. where they stopped and changed direction, she did as well. she followed them, until she couldn't. she came to a point where either left or right there were no lines. she was given a choice. which way to turn and make her own line. which way would be better. to the left or right? it was an even chance that she'd fail or fly.

she chose left. in math class, the left is given a negative digit. in society, left handed people are smarter but more rare. the left-wing politicians are rarely enjoyed. she chose left.

the road was almost vertical. it was a long trek uphill. nothing was to her advantage. it was hard to climb. it made her heart beat faster. it made her breath a little shorter. at one point she got on all fours and pulled and dragged with every ounce of her being. she needed to crest the mountain of a road. why did she pick the left? she wondered many times. what was in store once she got over the top? was the downhill going to be that rewarding? she hoped so. she vaguely heard a song from up ahead. she had no idea what it was, the lyrics played "miles away from where you are" and she knew she had to continue.

she slowly got closer. her feet bled. her hands were cut. her breath was lost. her heart had nearly stopped. she felt. she really truly felt. for once in her life. she felt reality. was it pain or pleasure? she had no comparisons excapt for being content. but, she slowly got closer.

she reached the top. the sun was in front of her. as she looked to it, she knew it would be fine. she wasn't alone. she knew she'd never be alone now. it was that moment when time stopped. it halted just for then because that's right where she was meant to be. it was where she should've been a long time ago. miles from home she knew it'd be ok. she was finally more than content.

the girl was happy.

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one day, years later, the girl was still happy. she decided she'd travel with happiness this time. she wanted to go to the place where she'd met her choices. she wanted to show happiness what brought them together.

the girl and happiness, hand in hand, went back down that road. they went to the place where the lines had stopped and the girl chose the left. only out of curiousity, they both traveled right. they wanted to see what would have been. what could have been if only the girl had gone right.

to the right, the road was straight. it was narrow. there was no room for error. it had been walked down before by many. it had imprints of others. it was maticulously manicured on the edges and had not one bump. not one valley. all was as all had been. no originality. no struggle. nothing to overcome.

at the end of the road was a town. a quiet, small town. within the town some found happiness. some found what they wanted. but as the girl and her happiness looked at that town, they realized it was as far from what they wanted as they could have imagined. they turned around.

when they reached the end of the lines, the girl showed happiness where she'd come from. she showed how she had curved. where she had stopped and changed direction.

the girl and happiness went back to their left. they climbed to the top together, helping each other the whole way. they never let go. they never got old. they heard the song which brought the girl their. they were together in their world.

forever.

it is a sad state of affairs

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:02:48 GMT

when your mother,
who lives alone,
and is lonely as anything,
tried to get off the phone with you
by making lame excuses
that are paperthin.
but you just let her
because what else can you do?

then, to get away from that
you turn to the computer
for mindless entertainment
and you see that you've been compared
to some ugly chick who's an utter bitch
thanks bilie! :]

and your girlfriend fell asleep at nine.
and you're wide awake like it's morning.
and you really just want to go out.
but it's like ten o clock.
but you know that somewhere, it's only seven.
and somewhere, you could be doing something different.
and someone would be holding your hand.
and making you feel invincible.
and telling you everything would be absolutely fine.
even though you had no money
no car
no jobs
and nothing to call your own
it'd be fine
because you had each other.

thats what i want right now. thanks.

here's the deal.

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 01:14:51 GMT

once i graduate...i'm moving back in with my mom.
i'll stay up in monroe a lot.
i'm just moving out.
no one knows this yet.
feel priveleged livejournal.
but, i am.
only one thing can hold me back,
and that's college tuition.
so i figure my first payments
will be in by the time i graduate.
right?
right.

with my mom,
freedom is back on.
and i am pumped.
no more bitching about me let's say,
staying at bilies.
and i will have my car to go where i wish.
yeah,
she's annoying,
but i'll get over it.

and once september comes,
college comes.
and i will be happy.

i hope :/

anyways. i went to pacsun, tried on a famous shirt, it had no sensor, so i put my clothes on over it. then i felt guilty, went to zumiez and bought another famous shirt of equal value.

i have to do a little more christmas shopping then i am DONE! so sick.

today i was at cardsmart and realized that i cannot wait to pick out wedding invitations. and announcements. and like, have a bachelorette party...probablly with my fiancè anyways, but it'll still be fun. i do not want to be like allison thomas and be a cat lady forever. ha.

so yeah. uh huh. that's all for now.
no one knows me anymore.

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 22:53:37 GMT

christmas is soon. and i'm almost done shopping. i guess i'll write what is really going on with me though.

today me and erin were on our way to the mall. she accidentally elbowed me in the face reaching behind me and my eyes welled up. i got over it. we're driving down the road like five minutes later and i'm telling her how some invention idea i had when i was younger has been invented recently and i'm bummed. so then, i start like crying my eyes out. it wasn't over any of the aforementioned things, it was just like, when they welled up earlier it gave me that inital jump over the edge to tearville. whatever.

i know exactly what it was over. and it's absolutely ridiculous. sometimes i really do feel like i live a lie. a double, no triple, no even quadruple life. and i am absolutely disgusted at it. i didn't choose it, it's just that 3 of them are to please other people, and one is to try and please myself. but none of them fit. well, that's not true. they all fit, but there's just a little extra room they don't cover.

i guess what i mean to say is that when i'm having a bad day, it's set off by things like say tj maxx. but in reality i get a lot angrier than i should. because i'm just really mad at myself. so when people set me off, they really. really. set me off.

at the end of the day, i lay down and close my eyes. i wake up, and do it all over again. it's the story of life, but that doesn't make it any better. i just want to wake up in her arms. and have everything be ok.

it's sad though. i'm not sure who i was really just talking about. or who i'd like to think i was talking about. all i do know is who it is that's really in my heart.

the things they carried.

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 03:37:59 GMT

it's cute it's cute it's cute. i really like this book.

“In the first week of April, before Lavender died, Lieutenant Jimmy Cross received a good-luck charm from Martha. It was a simple pebble, an ounce at most. Smooth to the touch, it was a milky white color with flecks of orange and violet, oval-shaped, like a miniature egg. In the accompanying letter, Martha wrote that she had found the pebble on the Jersey shoreline, precisely where the land touched water at high tide, where things came together but also separated. It was this separate-but-together quality, she wrote, that had inspired her to pick up the pebble and to carry it in her breast pocket for several days, where it seemed weightless, and then to send it through the mail, by air, as a token of her truest feelings for him. Lieutenant Cross found this romantic. But he wondered what her truest feelings were, exactly, and what she meant by separate-but-together. He wondered how the tides and waves had come into play on that afternoon along the Jersey shoreline when Martha saw the pebble and bent down to rescue it from geology. He imagined bare feet. Martha was a poet, with the poet’s sensibilities, and her feet would be brown and bare, the toenails unpainted, the eyes chilly and somber like the ocean in March, and though it was painful, he wondered who had been with her that afternoon. He imagined a pair of shadows moving along the strip of sand where things came together but also separated. It was phantom jealousy, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved her so much. On the march, through the hot days of early April, he carried the pebble in his mouth, turning it with his tongue, tasting the sea salt and moisture. His mind wandered. He had difficulty keeping his attention on the war. On occasion he would yell at his men to spread out the column, to keep their eyes open, but then he would slip away into daydreams, just pretending, walking barefoot along the Jersey shore, with Martha, carrying nothing. He would feel himself rising. Sun and waves and gentle winds, all love and lightness.”

yeah yeah yeah i'm lame. i likeeeeeee it!

i'm in the buisness of misery, let's take it from the top...

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:27:43 GMT

...she's got a body like an hourglass it's tickin' like a clock. it's only a matter of time before it all runs out.

i'm majorly bummed.
only because i let myself get excited.
bad idea.
shouldn't do that.
but whatever.
never buy me concert tickets for my birthday.
something bad will happen.
and i will cry.
i'm cursed.

anyways. i'm sitting at home. bored. awake. tired. and lonely. i really don't want to be here right now. i really want to talk to someone. i just really want to like, cry. again. ah i'm pathetic. whatever.

can someone please entertain me. pretty please. dear god. everyone i call either is asleep, busy, or like looking for their sister who ran away. whatever.

cause my dreams accompany the way you make me feel

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:35:02 GMT

i'm am absolutely petrified of the future.
there.
i said it.

i don't like to think about it. that's why part of me wants to stay in connecticut next year because i know it. but yet, that other half of me wants to leave and do something completely spontaneous just to try and break the fear. i really want to get over it and move on. i want to start new and on my own. i don't want any ties.

i talked to bilie yesterday a lot about all this. and he basically made me think a whole lot. he asked me what i was willing to lose. if i left here at the end of the year what would i lose? and after i figure all of that out, is it worth it?

so here's what i've come up with. here's everything important in my life.
-Emily Thomas, my best friend, either way is gone. So, I'll deal. I'll miss her like crazy but she'll be happy and therefore, so will I.
-Bilie Gaffney, my other half, is going to be here.
-I would talk to my mother the same amount if I live in New Haven, Danbury, or California. And that is barely ever.
-The rest of my family, I'll see them the same as Michelle and Kristin does. They dealt with it, so can I.
-My father...I need my space from. I love the man to death, he's my hero regardless of the bullshit. But, it's not like I'll never see him again. This is growing up, I guess.
-the last line goes also for Emily G, Cathy, Dayna, Julia, Lauren (who i barely see anymore anyway),Brenda, and the rest of my crew who i'd miss.
-Harry Frostick, will always have a small part of my heart. I'd hate to leave him after everything. I want him to be able to have me as a constant. As someone he can always call and who will be there. But, sometimes I need to do things for me.
-Erin Schmitt has been there for every breath i take basically for the past two years. You don't get much closer. And I'd miss her like crazy, but in all honestly, I think I could deal. I'd get over it. So would she. We kind of need to move on from high school and if we're together in college, we won't. Especially if we both go to wcsu or scsu. I always wanted my space. I think this could be my opportunity. I'm like my cousin, i want to start over at college unattached. I dont want to go to college in a relationship. I really don't.

and after all of that. i have nothing left to stay here for. that is it. i'm seriously considering looking somewhere else. just for a year. i wanted to transfer out of ct in 2 years. but now i want to go away and transfer back for the last 3.

but i guess it's all tentative. we'll all see what happens.

turkeyday

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 02:43:20 GMT

i didnt eat turkey today. but i loved thanksgiving basically. im at the rizzos, with tony, and watching weeds. you know.

i love you. so much. <3
i miss you. come here.

oh boii

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 15:30:52 GMT

i have an hour or so until my mom picks me up. i despise thanksgiving sometimes. im only looking forward to hanging out with kristin and michelle. i really miss them. like a lot. this past summer was pretty fun when we were together.

i am such a wreck. it's funny. going into senior year i thought i'd be drowning in college stuff and it'd be the main concern and stresser. not the case. not even a little. so much has got me pre-occupied that i dont even give a shit about college now. im in at SCSU so fuck it. i applied to uconn and emmanuel. im waiting on my rejection letters. i did 120 points worse on my SATs than the first time around. i went into it completely apathetically i guess. but none of that has me worried. everything else does. my friends. my girl. my family. whatever.

school is like, so easy all of a sudden. i neeeeed to have a b average in every class for the 2nd quarter. i need to need to need to.

i'm scared he's getting away. i'm scared that he doesn't know what he's done. i just want to meet him. i want to look him in the eye. i want to size him up. recently i've been full of so much rage. at first it was pity. now its pure rage. we're all basically better. and now i'm just mad we lost so much time. and that things can never. ever. go back the way tey were

gah i need to go get ready.
bye lover.

theendoftheworldasweknowit

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 04:22:05 GMT

i want to be the one you run to.
tongue tied and arms open wide.
i want to be the one you know will catch you.
if you ever fall i'd be there beside you.

i never want to say no.
and i never want to stop.
loving you has made me whole again.
i never thought you'd do this.
i never thought i'd find something so pure.
something so true.
im so into you.

i want your hand in mine.
let's let our fingers entwine.
i want to hold you tight.
pull you close.
make you mine.

aw how cute. whatever. im real bored. this week at school is pointless. bullshittttttttttttttt.

haha i loff you. [silly little accent]

im going to college :]

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:56:35 GMT

i got accepted to SOUTHERN!!!!!!!!!!
yeah i had my interview today. it was beautiful.
so if all else fails, i have scsu.
yeahhhh boii

here's my life right now, simply:
this weekend was stress.
im real over it.
i want my car back.
i really like photo.
i need a new phone.
i can't stand my house.
i'm going on vacation one way or another.
soon.
michelle comes home wednesday!
i'm real pumped.
nine days until paramore.
wow.
2,000 in my bank account and i'm loaded :]
except i owe my dad 1,500 for my report card.
and 125 for my ticket.
whatever.
i guess i'm left with 475.
ouch.

i feel like the four of us have so much bullshit. we're all being bitchy. its such middle school drama. i thought we all purposely gave up this shit. i'm guilty as well. but can we have another midnight roof top rant like last time after the diner in our pjs with angel food cake and strawberries? please? guys, we really need it. before it gets too far gone. im sorry for what i've been doing. i love you three more than you know. [<3 b-e-e-j 4ever]

yeah i needed to add that in.
i havent updated at the age of 17 yet.
im old sonnnnnn! :]

i've been pretty shitty lately.
i'm sorry.
i'm trying to change what i know i can.
and i'm trying to figure out what's best for the rest.
bear with me for a little bit.
i love you! <3

i am utterly engulfed and obbsessed with the l word because my erin & ashley got me seasons 1&2; respectively. ahhhhhh!!!

theend.

no one wants to hear this

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 03:31:04 GMT

but i need to rant.

so let's see.
i woke up.
went to SATs.
enough said.
it was bullshit.

i drove to work.
got my check.
went to Erins because she was crying.
i forgot to cash said check.

watched a movie with erin and em.
went to work.
got assigned to infield.
work was a mess.
didn't finish until after we closed.
went to erins because my phone was MIA.
it was in my car all along.

went to last drop.
sat in a trunk.
got told i kiss my girl too much.
then, my car died.
3 cars wouldn't jump it.
woke my dad up.
pissed my dad off.
am pissed because i wanted to drive to westconn tomorrow.

lost my phone in ems car.
again.

got home.
tired.
no sentences.
just words.
and i just know that the only thing that would make it better, is to see your faceeeeeeee. or hear your voice.

theend.

our december sun is setting

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 02:04:24 GMT

today was the longest night at work ever. so boring, but hey. i got paid for it. and the bracelet sale at school went well. better than i expected at all. i had therapy after school today. it kind of fucked up my head. a lot. whatever. i'm over it.

i really miss some things sometimes.
a lot.

so i'm trying not to slack off.
i'm failing.

i get into these moods sometimes. where i can't sleep. i can't even think striaght, but i have all this, well, emotion inside of me. it's right now in fact. and i have no idea where it comes from. but all i do know is that lately, i just really want to move forward. i feel like i'm stuck. i'm in a RUT haha. and i know there's a place upwards from here, i just need to find it. up, out, over, whatever.

"whatever tommorrow brings.
i'll be there."

it's november!
8 days until i'm 17
november is going to own a lot a lot a lot!

i love you. i need you.

oh how i adore you. oh how i thirst for you.

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 02:25:03 GMT

so basically today wasn't a terrible halloween. i wish i hadn't had to work, but im over it. newtown was funnnnnnn. so was that spot on the hill. so was work maybe a little.

nine days until i can see r rated movies without sneaking in! i love halloween because it means it's almost my birthday. im kinda really excited for my birthday. a lot.

yayayayayay.

but im tired. so goodnight.

why am i so indecisive?

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 01:26:56 GMT

why am i such a hypocrite?
i can never make up my mind.
i have you.
and you.
and you.
and you.
and you.
and you.
but i'm not happy.

why can't i choose?
why can't i make up my mind?
well i have.
but i don't know if it's what i want.
i love you.
and you.
and you.
the rest was just fucking around.
or was it?

who am i?
and what have i done with jeana?

this isn't me. i don't know when i'll be back.
fuck that shit.

i guess it's because i'm petrified of commitment.
and i'm 16. i want to go out.
have fun.
make out.
hook up.
love.
care.
be cared for.
and maybe.
i'm spreading myself a little thin.
but maybe.
i want to.

wow guys

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 22:27:35 GMT

last night was insane. in fucking sane. that's all i can say. it almost got out of hand. i swore dayna was going to kill someone. first alannah, then tyler, then mark, then molly, then jackie. whatever. it was fun after they all left and the next morning too. i really wish cath and dayna and kayt hadn't left. losersssss. haha.

anyways. are we going to acknowlege this? i wonder. i can only wonder. i never thought that was going to happen...but i'm not complaining.

i also want to acknowlege a certain phone call that took place this morning about me with two of my dearests. yeah im worried. i'll say it. tell me damn it!

as for this right now, dear you. what's going on? i don't understand why all of a sudden i'm your target. i don't get it honestly. even people who we don't normally hang out with pick up on it. and it's rude. and disrespectful. and im not going to take much more of it. thanks. but know i love you. no matter what i always will. because you're my best. and i've learned so much from you already. and you're the one who sees this all like i do. quite frankly, i need you.

and i'm scared for you. (different you) i want you to be better. please? this wasn't how things were supposed to be. this isn't fair. not at all.

you're too far away. you're the only one i can talk to about this kind of stuff anymore. kay. thanks.

all i do is bitch in here. yet, what else am i supposed to do? huh? nothing. that's what lj is for right?

i want to know how julia's hair turned out.

i need to write this Medea essay. I really could care less about Greek Theater right now. i'm such a slacker. i need to not be. damn.

so for now, goodbye. i love you.