New York, Ciggarettes, and time with my Mom.

OR

Skiing, alcohol, and time with strange boys.



This is me doing very, very, very badly. I don't know what happened but i can't seem to bring the right paper work with me anymore and i wake up in the middle of the night dreaming about the RIGHT way to do math problems i don't understand and i eat candy bars for breakfast while wishing i wasnt fat and my essay went really well last night and BW got his knuckles covered in tattoos that look like he doodled them in class while he was bored.

He hugged me goodbye because i was ignoring him and he weights NOTHING: my arms litterally wrapped around him eighteen times.

i am jealous and its not very flattering.

I have a Quiz and hw due on tuesday... even though i havent finished the test or my hw from today. I am stressing and there's this girl who is beautiful beyond belief and i am jealous that i'm not like that and i cant type up papers in the car. I'm ready to go ski and drink and dance and talk to boys and stop shaking like i have parkensons (sp?) but all this education and responsiblity is making me break down instead.


this was written while drunkish and is all the more beautiful for it.