I regret nothing.
You want to know why I took it out?
I am not afraid of anything. I wasn't afraid to put it in. I wasn't afraid of seeing it through both sides. I wasn't afraid when I had to put a safety pin in. I wasn't afraid of getting caught, and I wasn't afraid of what people think or what they say. I stand behind my actions 100%, and I never back down.
So why did I take it out, you say?
Even though it didn't cause me any pain, it did to others. How many times have you gotten mad and said to yourself, "When I'm dead they'll see how much they love me. Then they'll care." I didn't try to off myself, but its the same idea. I had no idea so many people gave a shit about what I did. And they were all so worried and concerned that I felt bad. I had caused this. And I couldn't stand for that.


"No doubt. No regret. No fear."

Judge Me

I love this song.

Today I punched a kid in the face because he was holding a kitten by the tail and wouldn't put it down when I told him to. So I punched him in the face. Everyone who hurts animals can come get a punch in the face. By the way, he kicked me and then ran away. But it was worth it. Don't fuck with little things or you'll deal with me (and get punched in the face, which nobody likes).

Quote:

"Every girl I've ever dated has been hurt by guys. I have to work so hard to prove that I'm not a jerk; that we're not all the same."

It's weird keeping a blog and a journal at the same time.

I realize that the end part of Made Up Love Song #43 gets a little out there, but thats the Guillemots for you. The beginning is good. Don't disagree.

Finally, the week is over. Why did this week seem like it just drug on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on? Was it just me? Doesn't matter, because the weekend is here. And its gonna be good. I have a feeling.

Made Up Love Song #43

Dream Sequences?

Last night, I had a series of dreams. None of them were really coherent or seem to have any connection, but I had all four of them in the same sleeping time.
The first one was powderpuff-esque. There was Team K (which is my team in powderpuff, I didn't name it after myself, Katherine named it) and the other team was wearing pink and green. The only thing that happened in my dream was that we were walking into a huddle and I look over my shoulder and the other team wearing pink and green has broken into a choreographed dance routine.
The next dream I had was that I was walking with someone, but I can't remember who, although it was someone I know. Then we were hiding in a dark spot and there was one of those sirens going off and then rumbling and then he kissed me and then we both realized that we shouldn't have done that.
The third dream had me walking through the desert and it was raining, and then there was a tidal wave, and so I ran to it and tried to swim through it. But I only got halfway through before someone pulled me out and into a boat. In the boat there was Bam Margera and Casey Lee starting a fight, and I was like, what are you guys doing here? But they started to fight and bam was getting bam'd and then i see over at the other end of the boat is my friend Kade and he's binding and telling me to shush cause he doesn't want Bam to know his secret.
The last one involved me and jacob walking on a tiny little sun in the middle of space. We were walking hand in hand and I kept telling him that it was pointless to keep going. But he told me that we were almost there, but he wouldnt tell me where. We walked and walked on this tiny sun and then I got tired of it so I kissed him goodbye and then i jumped off the sun and left him behind.

Who Am I?

Lately I've been thinking I'm not quite who I'm supposed to be. People have been telling me, "oh, if they're smart, they've probably picked up on it anyway. If they pay attention to you then they should have noticed." But I don't know how obvious it is. Anyone know what I'm talking about and can back up these people's claims?

The third picture

The best one of my best fauxhawk was fuzzy and shit so there's this one instead. Sorry.

Hair Adventures

It's amazing what can be accomplished with enough product. 

Try several products.
This is what I accomplished:




theres another one too but blogger isnt working so ill try later...

yeah
i was a little bored today
but...

oh well.
all for your entertainment....

rip

The guy who invented Gatorade died. He was eighty.

How sad right? I love gatorade.

The Driving Adventure Begins...

...And already I hate it. Ugh god. So, my certificate of completion for drivers ed came in the mail today and my dad went over all these ground rules and things I'm going to have to do while he teaches me to drive. Here's some of them:

- No radio. You have to listen and concentrate.

-"I'm going to take you to the desert and have you turn at 4o on the dirt and not lose control."

- Pay for your own insurance!! Yeah, its 200 a month. Bummer.

- You can work real hard over the summer and earn money for a beat up car you can reck so you can buy a new beat up car.

Ugh.

So when you see me, tell me its going to be okay. And maybe buy me a cookie. Or not. Whatever.

SAT

I took the SAT today and it was some dumb shit.

But the hilight of it was this morning, when I was waiting to go into the room, I see Matt McFarland running (with the sandals he always wears, causing him to not really run but just walk fast/hop) and his "grr somebody is in trouble for (insert problem here) but of course its not me because i'm the perfect and awesome matt mcfarland" face. It was a riot.