The best of us must sometimes eat our words.

Pandora

2009-12-14T05:54:36Z

light at the end of the tunnel

2009-11-05T18:24:07Z

light at the end of the tunnel
Originally uploaded by melloveschallah

Oh hai I'm adorable

2009-10-29T16:55:20Z

Oh hai I'm adorable
Originally uploaded by melloveschallah

Problem with School

2009-10-19T04:11:06Z

I love reading literature. I love discussing literature. But I fucking HATE writing about literature. I hate stupid citations and quotations and format and plot devices and fucking citations did I mention those? I want to wring the neck of whoever invented the MLA format of citing fucking shit. Why do I have to write what fucking line the text is from? We are supposed to have read all this shit so the teacher should know what I'm talking about. I hatehatehate citations.

When it comes to history, I have a lack of citations because I do everything from my notes. I don't need the book so how the fuck am I supposed to cite shit? Cite it from the lecture? I ahve no fucking ideaeaeaea.

So now I'm done writing my history paper and need to write this stupid fucking english paper. UGH I hate writing about literature and I cannot believe she fucking wants seven goddamn pages. What can I say about this shit in seven pages. Seriously.

Which Harry Potter Girl Are You?: Hermione Granger!

2009-08-01T04:20:42Z

I just took the "Which Harry Potter Girl Are You?" quiz and got: Hermione Granger! What about you?

xsunsetx @ 2009-06-12T01:38:00

2009-06-12T05:40:02Z

Lily killed a bird. It was huge. I'm so proud of her! on xmas morning she left us three chipmuks, THREE. right at the back door. i think she knew is was christmas.

WTF HAHAHAHA

2009-06-02T04:23:13Z

most amazing story ever. note there are NO paragraph breaks, this effed up the format

2009-04-30T19:12:58Z

RICK MOODY
Boys
BOYS ENTER THE HOUSE, boys enter the house. Boys, and with them the ideas of boys (ideas
leaden, reductive, inflexible), enter the house. Boys, two of them, wound into hospital
packaging, boys with infant-pattern baldness, slung in the arms of parents, boys dreaming of breasts, enter the house. Twin boys, kettles on the boil, boys in hideous vinyl knapsacks that young couples from Edison, NJ., wear on their shirt fronts,knapsacks coated with baby saliva and staphylococcus and milk vomit, enter the house. Two boys, one striking the other with a rubberized hot dog, enter the house. Two boys, one of them striking the other with a willow switch about the head and shoulders, the other crying, enter the house. Boys enter the house speaking nonsense. Boys enter the house calling for mother. On a Sunday, in May, a day one might nearly describe as perfect, an ice cream truck comes slowly down the lane, chimes inducing
salivation, and children run after it, not long after which boys dig a hole in the back
yard and bury their younger sister's dolls two feet down, so that she will never find these dolls and these dolls will rot in hell, after which boys enter the house. Boys, trailing after their father like he is the Second Goddamned Coming of Christ Goddamned Almighty, enter the house, repair to the basement to watch baseball. Boys enter the house, site of devastation, and repair immediately to the kitchen, where they mix lighter fluid, vanilla pudding, drainopening lye, balsamic vinegar, blue food coloring, calamine lotion, cottage cheese, ants, a plastic lizard one of them received in his Christmas stocking, tacks, leftover mashed potatoes,
Spam, frozen lima beans, and chocolate syrup in a medium-sized saucepan and heat over a
low flame until thick, afterward transferring the contents of this saucepan into a Pyrex lasagna
dish, baking the Pyrex lasagna dish in the oven for nineteen minutes before attempting to
persuade their sister that she should eat the mixture; later they smash three family heirlooms
(the last, a glass egg, intentionally) in a two-and-a-half-hour stretch, whereupon they are sent
to their bedroom until freed, in each case thirteen minutes after. Boys enter the house, starchy
in pressed shirts and flannel pants that itch so bad, fresh from Sunday school instruction,
blond and brown locks (respectively) plastered down but even so with a number of cowlicks
protruding at odd angles, disconsolate and humbled, uncertain if boyish things — such as
shooting at the neighbor's dog with a pump-action BB gun and gagging the fat boy up the
street with a bandanna and showing their shriveled boy-penises to their younger sister — are
exempted from the commandment to Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart and with all
thy soul and with all thy mind, and thy neighbor as thyself. Boys enter the house in baseball
gear (only one of the boys can hit): in their spikes, in mismatched tube socks that smell like
Stilton cheese. Boys enter the house in soccer gear. Boys enter the house carrying skates.
Boys enter the house with lacrosse sticks, and soon after, tossing a lacrosse ball lightly in the
living room, they destroy a lamp. One boy enters the house sporting basketball clothes, the
other wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. One boy enters the house bleeding profusely and is
taken out to get stitches, the other watches. Boys enter the house at the end of term carrying
report cards, sneak around the house like spies of foreign nationality, looking for a place to
hide the report cards for the time being (under a toaster? in a medicine cabinet?). One boy
with a black eye enters the house, one boy without. Boys with acne enter the house and
squeeze and prod large skin blemishes in front of their sister. Boys with acne-treatment
products hidden about their persons enter the house. Boys, standing just up the street, sneak
cigarettes behind a willow in the Elys' yard, wave smoke away from their natural fibers, hack
terribly, experience nausea, then enter the house. Boys call each other Retard, Homo, Geek,
and, later, Neckless Thug, Theater Fag, and enter the house exchanging further epithets. Boys
enter house with nose-hair clippers, chase sister around house threatening to depilate her
eyebrows. She cries. Boys attempt to induce girls to whom they would not have spoken only
six or eight months prior to enter the house with them. Boys enter the house with girls
efflorescent and homely and attempt to induce girls to sneak into their bedroom, as they still
share a single bedroom; girls refuse. Boys enter the house, go to separate bedrooms. Boys,
with their father (an arm around each of them), enter the house, but of the monologue
preceding and succeeding this entrance, not a syllable is preserved. Boys enter the house
having masturbated in a variety of locales. Boys enter the house having masturbated in trainstation
bathrooms, in forests, in beach houses, in football bleachers at night under the stars, in
cars (under a blanket), in the shower, backstage, on a plane, the boys masturbate constantly,
identically, three times a day in some cases, desire like a madness upon them, at the mere
sound of certain words, words that sound like other words, interrogative reminding them of
intercourse, beast reminding them of breast, sects reminding them of sex, and so forth, the
boys are not very smart yet, and as they enter the house they feel, as always, immense shame
at the scale of this self-abusive cogitation, seeing a classmate, seeing a billboard, seeing a fire
hydrant, seeing things that should not induce thoughts of masturbation (their sister, e.g.) and
then thinking of masturbation anyway. Boys enter the house, go to their rooms, remove
sexually explicit magazines from hidden stashes, put on loud music, feel despair. Boys enter
the house worried; they argue. The boys are ugly, they are failures, they will never be loved,
they enter the house. Boys enter the house and kiss their mother, who feels differently now
they have outgrown her. Boys enter the house, kiss their mother, she explains the seriousness
of their sister's difficulty, her diagnosis. Boys enter the house, having attempted to locate the
spot in their yard where the dolls were buried, eight or nine years prior, without success; they
go to their sister's room, sit by her bed. Boys enter the house and tell their completely bald
sister jokes about baldness. Boys hold either hand of their sister, laying aside differences,
having trudged grimly into the house. Boys skip school, enter house, hold vigil. Boys enter
the house after their parents have both gone off to work, sit with their sister and with their
sister's nurse. Boys enter the house carrying cases of beer. Boys enter the house, very worried
now, didn't know more worry was possible. Boys enter the house carrying controlled
substances, neither having told the other that he is carrying a controlled substance, though an
intoxicated posture seems appropriate under the circumstances. Boys enter the house weeping
and hear weeping around them. Boys enter the house embarrassed, silent, anguished, keening,
afflicted, angry, woeful, grief-stricken. Boys enter the house on vacation, each clasps the
hand of the other with genuine warmth, the one wearing dark colors and having shaved a
portion of his head, the other having grown his hair out longish and wearing, uncharacteristically,
a de-dyed shirt. Boys enter the house on vacation and argue bitterly about politics
(other subjects are no longer discussed), one boy supporting the Maoist insurgency in a
certain Southeast Asian country, one believing that to change the system you need to work
inside it; one boy threatens to beat the living shit out of the other, refuses creme brulee,
though it is created by his mother in order to keep the peace. One boy writes home and
thereby enters the house only through a mail slot: he argues that the other boy is cryptofascist,
believing that the market can seek its own level on questions of ethics and morals;
boys enter the house on vacation and announce future professions; boys enter the house on
vacation and change their minds about professions; boys enter the house on vacation, and one
boy brings home a sweetheart but throws a tantrum when it is suggested that the sweetheart
will have to retire on the folding bed in the basement; the other boy, having no sweetheart, is
distant and withdrawn, preferring to talk late into the night about family members gone from
this world. Boys enter the house several weeks apart. Boys enter the house on days of heavy
rain. Boys enter the house, in different calendar years, and upon entering, the boys seem to do
nothing but compose manifestos, for the benefit of parents; they follow their mother around
the place, having fashioned these manifestos in celebration of brand-new independence:
Mom, I like to lie in bed late into the morning watching game shows, or, I'm never going to
date anyone but artists from now on, mad girls, dreamers, practicers of black magic, or, A
man should eat bologna, sliced meats are important, or, An American should bowl at least
once a year, but these manifestos apply only for brief spells, after which they are reversed or
discarded. Boys don't enter the house at all, except as ghostly afterimages of younger selves,
fleeting images of sneakers dashing up a staircase; soggy towels on the floor of the bathroom;
blue jeans coiled like asps in the basin of the washing machine; boys as an absence of boys;
blissful at first, you put a thing down on a spot, put this book down, come back later, it's still
there; you buy a box of cookies, eat three, later three are missing. Nevertheless, when boys
next enter the house, which they ultimately must do, it's a relief, even if it's only in
preparation for weddings of acquaintances from boyhood, one boy has a beard, neatly
trimmed, the other has rakish sideburns, one boy wears a hat, the other boy thinks hats are
ridiculous, one boy wears khakis pleated at the waist, the other wears denim, but each
changes into his suit (one suit fits well, one is a little tight), as though suits are the liminary
marker of adulthood. Boys enter the house after the wedding and they are slapping each other
on the back and yelling at anyone who will listen. It's a party! One boy enters the house, carried
by friends, having been arrested (after the wedding) for driving while intoxicated,
complexion ashen; the other boy tries to keep his mouth shut: the car is on its side in a ditch,
the car has the top half of a tree broken over its bonnet, the car has struck another car, which
has in turn struck a third, Everyone will have seen. One boy misses his brother horribly,
misses the past, misses a time worth being nostalgic over, a time that never existed, back
when they set their sister's playhouse on fire; the other boy avoids all mention of that time;
each of them is once the boy who enters the house alone, missing the other, each is devoted
and each callous, and each plays his part on the telephone, over the course of months. Boys
enter the house with fishing gear, according to prearranged date and time, arguing about
whether to use lures or live bait, in order to meet their father for the fishing adventure, after
which boys enter the house again, almost immediately, with live bait, having settled the
question; boys boast of having caught fish in the past, though no fish has ever been caught:
Remember when the blues were biting? Boys enter the house carrying their father, slumped.
Happens so fast. Boys rush into the house leading EMTs to the couch in the living room
where the body lies, boys enter the house, boys enter the house, boys enter the house. Boys
hold open the threshold, awesome threshold that has welcomed them when they haven't even
been able to welcome themselves, that threshold which welcomed them when they had to be
taken in, here is its tarnished knocker, here is its euphonious bell, here's where die boys had
to sand die door down because it never would hang right in the frame, here are the scuff
marks from when boys were on the wrong side of the door demanding, here's where there
were once milk bottles for the milkman, here's where the newspaper always landed, here's the
mail slot, here's the light on the front step, illuminated, here's where the boys are standing, as
that beloved man is carried out. Boys, no longer boys, exit.

So About Going tto class,

2009-02-10T06:06:23Z

I didnt this morning. I stayed up all last ngiht listening to The Amber Spyglass on cd. And playing solitaire. Why? I have no idea. Sleep has started to become something only possible during the time of day when the sun is present. Honestly, my cat can snuggle all night long but if she hits the bed and meow for me to come to sleep no matter what time of day it is I will lay down and take a nice long nap.

UGh.

Soo friday I got drunk at nessas and comehow mandaged to whak my head falling down somewhere. dont remember. dan decided it would be funnny to tel his parents so at dinner tonight all i could get was jokes about how I am a drunk klutz. Whatever. At least they are comfortable enough and I'm comfortable enough for them to do that. I love his fam. I fonally got a video of sage singing "I kissed a girl and she farted", her own rendidtion on the famous katey perry song. I dont even know how to spell that singers name. I absolutly despise that song. Honestly. She cheated on her boyfriend with a girl. Ok who cares, honestly I do not need some girl telling me about how attractive girls are. I have enough lesbian friends to tell me that in non annoying song form.

Saturday I slept all day. I was too hungover to even eat or move.

Yesterday was boring. I did homework and watched TV with the rentals. I went to go pick up a book at the library that wasnt there. I guess my hold date expired the day before. WOW.

Today my amanda came over and we watched family feud. I think any shitty tv show is fun as long as im watching it with amanda. me her and tones watched a dog show for three hours. addicting and I have no idea why. But I found the dog I want. Called a Corgie. It's basically a mop. A dog with dreads.

there are two kinds. a komodor:

then there is a puli:

I need one. The black ones look more rasta and are smaller therefore kind of funnier, but the big ones are fun toooo. I just love the way they look when they jump. Best shit ever.

HAHAHAHA they make me so happy!!!

xsunsetx @ 2009-02-05T22:11:00

2009-02-06T03:49:30Z

Today at 10:16pm
RE-DO THIS YOURSELF & POST IT AS A NOTE
Technicalities do not count just yes or no answers. No maybe.

Level 1
(x) Smoked A Cigarette
(x) Smoked A Cigar
(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex

SO FAR: 3

Level 2
(x) Are / Been In Love
(x) dumped someone
(x) Shoplifted
( ) Been Fired
(x) Been In A Fist Fight

SO FAR: 7

Level 4
(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person
(x) Skipped School
( ) Slept With A Co-worker
(x) Seen Someone / Something Die

SO FAR: 10

Level 5
(x) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends
( ) Been To Paris
( ) Been To Spain
(x) Been On A Plane
(x) Thrown Up From Drinking

SO FAR: 13

Level 6
(x) Eaten Sushi
(x) Been Snowboarding
(x) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook
(x) Been in a Mosh Pit

SO FAR: 17

Level 7
( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship
(x) Taken Pain Killers (Tylenol counts)
(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have
(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By
(x) Made A Snow Angel

SO FAR: 21

Level 8
(x) Had A Tea Party
(x) Flown A Kite
(x) Built A Sand Castle
(x) Gone mudding (offroading)
(x) Played Dress Up

SO FAR: 26

Level 9
(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves
(x) Gone Sledding
(x) Cheated While Playing A Game
(x) Been Lonely
(xxxxx) Fallen Asleep At Work / School

SO FAR: 31

Level 10
(x) Watched The Sun Set
( ) Felt An Earthquake
(x) Killed A Snake

SO FAR: 33

Level 11
(x) Been Tickled
( ) Been Robbed / Vandalized
(x) Been cheated on
(x) Been Misunderstood

SO FAR: 36

Level 12
(x) Won A Contest
(x) Been Suspended From School
(x) Had Detention
(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident

SO FAR: 40

Level 13
(x) Had / Have Braces
(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(x) Danced in the moonlight

SO FAR : 43

Level 14
(x) Hated The Way You Look
(x) Witnessed A Crime
(x) Pole Danced
( ) Questioned Your Heart
(x) Been obsessed with post-it-notes

SO FAR: 47

Level 15
(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud
(x) Been Lost
( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
(x) Swam In The Ocean
(x) Felt Like You Were Dying

SO FAR: 52

Level 16
(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep
(x) Played Cops And Robbers
(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers
(x) Sang Karaoke
(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins

SO FAR: 57

Level 17
(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
(x) Made Prank Phone Calls
(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
(x) Kissed In The Rain

SO FAR: 61

Level 18
(x) Written A Letter To Santa Clause
(x) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About
(x) Blown Bubbles
(x) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere

SO FAR: 65

Level 19
(x) Crashed A Party
( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People
(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading
(x) Had A Wish Come True
( ) Been Humped By A Monkey

SO FAR: 68

Level 20
(x) Worn Pearls
( ) Jumped Off A Bridge
(x) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"
( ) Swam With Dolphins

SO FAR: 70

Level 22
(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube
( ) Kissed A Fish
(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
(x) Sat On A Roof Top

SO FAR: 73

Level 23
(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
(x) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel
(x) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours
(x) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about

SO FAR: 77

Level 24
(x) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree
(x) Climbed A Tree
(x) Had/Been In A Tree House
(x) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone

SO FAR: 81

Level 25
( ) Believed In Ghosts
(x) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes
(x) Gone Streaking
( ) Visited Jail

SO FAR: 83

Level 26
(x) Played Chicken
(x) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger
(x) Broken A Bone
(x) Been Easily Amused

SO FAR: 88

Level 27
(x) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later
( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one
(x) Caught A Butterfly
(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried
(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed

SO FAR: 92

Level 28
(x) Mooned/Flashed Someone
(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You
(x) Cheated On A Test
(x) Forgotten Someone's Name
(x) French Braided Someone’s Hair
(x) Gone Skinny Dipping
( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House
(x) Tried to hurt yourself

SO FAR: 99

Level 29
(x) Rode A Roller Coaster
( ) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling
(x) Had A Cavity
( ) Black-Mailed Someone
( ) Been Black Mailed

SO FAR: 101

Level 31
(x) Been Used
(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs
(x) Licked A Cat
(x) Bitten Someone
(x) Licked Someone

SO FAR : 106

Level 32
( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint
(x) Had sex in the rain
( ) Flattened someone’s tires
(x) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on
(x) Got five dollars or less worth of gas

TOTAL: 109

PRECAUTIONARY MEASURE =]

2007-11-13T23:50:57Z

xsunsetx @ 2007-10-22T14:05:00

2007-10-22T21:05:17Z

http://www.thecheezburgerfactory.com//completestore/12837

xsunsetx @ 2007-10-22T10:44:00

2007-10-22T17:44:20Z

tummy tummy hurtssssssssssssss

xsunsetx @ 2007-09-17T19:32:00

2007-09-17T23:32:03Z

gahhhh must learn "sandra d" and/or "there are worst things i could do" for tomorrow GAH!

xsunsetx @ 2007-09-16T14:12:00

2007-09-16T18:12:50Z

im vair vair sick with cold. probably from being out in the rain yesterday. auditions are tomorrow. i miss my boyfriend more than anyone could imagine. nicholas keeps me going thank god. school is pointless. i would like to raise llamas and alpacas becasue they are soft. even softer thjan cats, and i wanna raise them and breed them and take care of them. id rather be working on a farm than sitting in an office, for sure. srhuooaur

riding like a broom witch?

2007-08-29T02:41:08Z

im extremley glad that i have nothing bad to say about my best friend nicholas.

m,er.
i wonder if anyone is happy with their best friends allthetime. casue i really think i am most days. thats schweet.

today being the last day of summer was a good one indeed. many fun things, saw all the people i feel were important even if some fo them arent going to be getting up at 6 tomorrow to go to their first day of senior year. it means nothing really except this is the last year. im so grateful it is the last. im almost outoutout.

if there was no good theatre department at LHS id be so gome from that place. but iom not good with that kind of drastic change. im looking forward to being in classes with the same kids since gradeschool, skipping class with the same kids since sophmore year, and wasting time in e310 as always. but other than that its gonna be school and thats lame.

i ahve anatomy first. shoot me please.

i just cannot wait to go to ceramics and maike ash trays and pottery and vases and mugs. i erally like mugs.

i found sweet pictures and i want the golden comapss poster for my room. im going to the imdnight showing, because the night it comes out friday night ill be onlstage doing the musical. grease. im kinda of happy but i am kind of not. well make a lot of money. thats really all that matters. i want to be rizzo. lalala.

baby is playing warcraft and he got a sick new ax thing. i guess its the highest level or armor you can get. i want to emet an armoured bear really bad.

today darren came over, like 3 different tiems because he was all over the place forgetting shit, and kappy hit on him as usual. ka[[y loves darren, he always jumps up on his lap when he comes over, and stares at him until he leaves. its great. and D is so good with animals. i love guiness so much and i usuaklly hate dogs. but lauren makes me want to lofvee guiness.

speaking of animals, its itme for em to go get iorange kitty and head to beddy bye. big day tomororw.

its also a going away party for my couser michael tomorrow. hes leaving to go to mountain climbing college or somerthing in upstate newyork. ill get to emet my aunts new foreign exchange student and thats sweet casue shes my age and usually i make friends with their exchange sutdent since she is the only other female beetween the ages of 14-57 bebesides when laur is home form DC. which she wonty be tomorrow. so i get to head on out to g vagas and get the good old gardner pleaseant house of pizza. mmmmmmmm. so happy. =]

mer beddyyyy.

oh and me and kristy rock out hard core to black music and do matching dances and have long in depth discussions with nick about teh meaning fo life, legalizationg on marjuana and education vs fulltime jobs.

it was a good night,.

goos summer.
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gadgjaoegahjoqbha

adbnosbg

xsunsetx @ 2007-08-25T13:33:00

2007-08-25T17:33:41Z

baby comes home today lalallala
i miss him ever so much lalalalallala

hes on a plane right now lalallalalalaaa

nicholas answer your phone.

i must go to LDs and get my beads and such cause we have amazing good tiems making bracelets and listening to beckkkk. and playing with guinesss whom i lovee.

my mouth bareley hurts from the wisdom surgery and they didnt even give me good painkillers . the worst bruising is from the needle to give anesthesia. gaygaygay

but babyboy comes home second generation blizz yay

xsunsetx @ 2007-08-25T02:06:00

2007-08-25T06:07:00Z

merr tomorropw cant come cfast enough

SURV STOLEN FROM KARA BOUT SUMMER

2007-08-22T04:13:36Z

1. How did your summer start off?
Big blunt? I dont even remmber

2. How many times have you gone to the beach?
Once mer

3. Did you go to camp?
Fist year in 8 that I didnt

4. Did something or someone make you cry?
Merrrr yes when Dutchess diedd =[

5. Was there any drama of any sort?
Just my friends having drama

7. Did you lose people that meant a lot to you?
cats.

8. Did you drink?
mmmmmmyess

9. Did you do something you weren't supposed to do?
supposed to according to who?

10. Was this summer better than last summer?
fuck yeah. no job. money. more blunts. my love. not being grounded!!!!

Now We're Getting To The Juicy Stuff:

1. How many people have you kissed?
ONE BABY

2. Did you hook up with someone and never talked to them again?
nopenope

3. Did you make drunk phone calls?
I dont remmbemr

4. Did you ever sneak out to see a someone?
Nooo

5. Did you kiss someone of the same sex?
Nooo

6. Did you do anything with someone that had a boyfriend/girlfriend?
His girlfriend is ME =]

7. Did you have to get over someone?
fuckk nooo hhehehehe so great

8. Did you believe something someone told you even though you knew it couldn't be true?
this is too comfusing to answer?

9. Did you have sex?
tons and tons =]

10. Did you meet someone that put you in amazement?
everyone amazes mee esp cats

Final Questions:

1. Do you wish the summer didn't end?
yesyesyes i dont want anyone to leave

2. Did anything memorable happen? If so, what?
hahaha oh so so so much. the branches in my driveway. my two car accidents
the format, hottubing@nates. annas dad trying to ruin my life. mario kart. the key finder. shit. my memory is so smoked away.

3. What was the worst point of the summer?
when dutchess died

4. Did you go out a lot?
less than usual cause my basement is too sick

5. Are there some things you wish you could take back?
hell no.

6. What's the saddest thing that has happened this summer?
dutchess dying, when babe gets upset

7. If you didn't fall in love with someone, do you wish you did?
i love love i love being in love

8. Who during the summer made you appreciate life?
Boy, Nick, Mum&DAD, Amy, even L like just tonight, nate&harry, Marco, nans SAM LEBEAU danny&joanne

9. Were you one of those people that told people you should hang out this summer but never did?
OBVIOUSLY.

10. Summarize the summer in one word:
love [ haha gay but so so so trueee]

xsunsetx @ 2007-08-22T00:00:00

2007-08-22T04:00:07Z

exciting thiings happen when you hang out sith LD for a night...

.....details later. =]

WE DONT NEED ANYONE

2007-08-21T18:46:33Z

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xsunsetx @ 2007-08-18T01:04:00

2007-08-18T05:04:18Z

"Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."

xsunsetx @ 2007-08-09T00:46:00

2007-08-09T04:48:30Z

random people came o0ver yesterday. saw zach and nate.

babe taught me warcraft. schweet. wrote a lerrter to sam whislt retarded. read to babyboy harry potter yay. mrow.

mermermermer

layed with my kitten alkl this morning so sick

i miss anna and toni mer

nick got an iphone fun to play with. the bastarrd. i llurve him ahhahaa.

saw darren bo barren tonight. had great discussions about the meaning of life as always. watched mad south park. nothing too exciting. went to the cove then other day with babytboy and cocoa. took madmadmad pics. lalala furnm.

xsunsetx @ 2007-08-06T01:37:00

2007-08-06T08:37:24Z

fire swirl
Originally uploaded by melloveschallah

lallala i love fireee

xsunsetx @ 2007-08-02T18:56:00

2007-08-02T22:56:14Z

lallalalalalalala

sometimes i cry

sometimes im happy

lallalallalalalallalaa

and i really like freeze pops.

my dad is "dissapointed in me" he thinks i am "going nowhere" and that i cannot "take care of my personal belongings". just becausse i left the windows in the truck open ONE NIGHT and the seats got wet once. wtf. i miss amyraff real bad.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words.

Pandora

light at the end of the tunnel

Oh hai I'm adorable

Problem with School

Which Harry Potter Girl Are You?: Hermione Granger!

x__sunset__x @ 2009-06-12T01:38:00

WTF HAHAHAHA

most amazing story ever. note there are NO paragraph breaks, this effed up the format

So About Going tto class,

x__sunset__x @ 2009-02-05T22:11:00

PRECAUTIONARY MEASURE =]

x__sunset__x @ 2007-10-22T14:05:00

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x__sunset__x @ 2007-09-16T14:12:00