speedgriffon

Make like Michael Jackson
and Beat It.

I cut my hair.

I’m scared of my 7th hour and in love with Tuesdays. I don’t like mondays but enjoy the smell of melted caramel in the morning. I am tired of asking why people aren’t working but I am always excited for a new song.

I’m lucky because the world does revolve around me.

The only thing to truly terrify me:

After junior high, do not talk to me as we move across the state to attend different high schools. Then, randomly one day three years later, try to add me on myspace. When I go to your myspace, everything on your page is about, or is about how much you love Pete Wentz/Brandon Urie/Ryan Ross/William Beckett/Travis McCoy.

I truly, truly am terrified by these kinds of obsessions. Especialy when 17 year old girls are acting like they are still in junior high.

No offesnse to those mentioned. HA.

I wish I could just breath writing. Embrace it and let it overcome every single thing that I do.

I’m baking cookies for William. Even though I may not see him Friday.

“So every time I try and call you i get busy. Every change I get to text you withers away. I’m too busy and too tired, but I’m too lonely without you”

I’m the master of words,
the editor-in-chief.
I’m half Sicilian
and a quarter Japanese.
You’ve got an issue with me?
Well here’s the dish;
I’ve got mobsters in the family,
so you can sleep with the fish…es!

God, I love being white.

I keep taking the case off my Blackberry. Then putting it back on because I want to protect it from getting scratched or broken. I guess it is a physical metaphor for how I’m taking care of my heart. Taking off the armor to let love in, but letting in hurt too. So when I get scratched, I put it back on.

He still hasn’t called.

I believe in making things work, as does he. Unfortunately, he is bad at it. He says, “call me”, so I do. He answers with a disgruntled moan and a pathetic excuse of “I’m really tired. Call me tomorrow”. I can either learn to except this, and just wait… or move on. Being that it is non-exclusive, however, I can move on without feeling guilty. I’m rambling to no readers. Sigh. It is very hard to stare at a phone and swearto yourself you wont pick it up and press 4. It is even harder to hold the phone in your hand, see ‘4’ on the screen and not press ‘call’. Don’t call it love, call it addiction. Sometimes I’m able to go a whole day without hearing from him. Sometimes hasn’t happened since two months ago. Though, I figure that since we’ve made it through two years of high school hormones, we can last through two more “trying to make it work”s. After all, I’m the one who admitted (to falling in love) first.

My favorite number is 7.
What a catch, William.

I would have never thought a song could bring me to happy tears.
This reminds me so deeply about my grandfather and all his Elvis Costello vinyls.
lord knows how much I miss him. And love him.

I love Tuesdays.

I think that when all the friends around me are happy and satisfied with thier lives it makes me realize that I am not fufilling anything that I want to do. I am obsessed with making others better that I ignore myself. This break I’m going to do things that I want to.

And be very, very selfish.

        As a native to Arizona, I understand what heat means. Though, for the most part of my life, heat has taken various meanings and synonyms. Heat has even turned into a metaphor, simile and personification. It tortured me through the toughest Chicago winters with a fiery grip around my heart and morphed into my closest friends, deepest lovers and greatest enemies. I would have never thought that the heat I thought I knew would blossom into something dangerous; love.

My first pimping blog. Go to “Udder Delights” on Thursday. Located on Warner and ValVista in the Target complex- we are raising money for our D.C. trip this January. 80% of the proceeds go towards it, so BUY ICE CREAM FROM US!!!!!

I’ll be working 5pm-10pm so come say hi.

So today I gave blood. It felt wierd because they left the cord between my fingers and I could pretty much feel everything. I feel famous today and want to sign autographs.

I have no idea if I’m happy, or if I’ve just lost too much blood.

It’s true.