Since everyone's blogging about it, I figure I just won't do it on Nexopia and piss everyone else off.

THE BOOTY (Including Boxing day):
Black Keybo Phone
Tickets to Chicago on New Years day (Main Floor)
Guitar Hero 3 for Wii
Seasons pass for COP
Black and White Burton Under-leggings
Aqua and gold Pashmina
Faded Grey Tee (difficult to describe)
BCBG Max Azria V neck (White with Black Print)
Leopard Print Leggings
Black and Grey Star print leggings
Black Tights
Green Thin waist-belt
New Black Suspenders
Black Sweater (Sweatshirt style)
Perfectly Faded Vintage Ramones Tee
New Diamond Earrings
Mauve-ish colored and Silver Nike Nigh tops
Black Cable Knit sweater
Grey Button Up Oxford
White Button Up Oxford
Tan Rabbit Hat
New White AA Wifebeaters
Black Sweatervest
Lots of Socks
Underwears
Watkin's Lemon Body Oil, Body Butter, Ect.
Harajuku Lovers Lil' Angel Perfume
Vanilla Pepsi Lip gloss that smells just like the coke bottle 5 cent candies
OPI nail polish- Bottom and top coat, Red, and Purple-ish color.
Leopard Print Makeup Bag
Hair Extensions
Shotglass Roulette Set
A bottle of Black Wine
A shitload of Candy which will just end up making me more motivated to lose weight
New Headphones
1984- George Orwell
Lullaby- Chuck Palahniuk
Guiness World Record Book (I get one every year)
New Sketching Pencil Set
New Sketchbook
Verious Gift Cards

I'm sure there's more. I just can't remember it all.

I had a had a heart, but I was blind. You had a hand and a sharp knife.

I'm jonesing bad.

I lie about it all the time.

But every time I see a satellite, and mistake it for a shooting star, I just wish for someone who wants me.
For the record, I'm not as tough as I'd like you to believe. I'm not always fine on my own.
In fact, I rarely am.

On our way from Stockholm it started to snow, and you said it was like Christmas, but you were wrong. It wasn't like Christmas at all.

I was just a distraction from your God.

I don't know how old this kid is, but he's really talented.

Can we both agree to silence what the other's did not see?

Now that schools done until Janurary, I kind of feel like I'm drowning.
I have so much that I've been meaning to do, but I just don't want to do it.
All I want to do is board and sleep and play guitar and see friends.
I want Christmas to come.
I want this weather to cheer up.
I want to not be sick anymore.
I want March to come so I can see Nikki and go to Vermont.
I want next semester to be over, and everything be done.

Assembling a bookshelf and clearing out my laptop all seems to trivial next to all that.

I think my problem is that I'm living too far in the future, and I'm letting my present slip away on me. I'm just getting further and further behind when all I want to do is move forward.

News time.

Oh man,
So something's happened, and it's like, of epic fucking proportions. Like, this is big news.
I have my first hangover ever.
Well, at least, I think it's a hangover. I mean, I've never really had a hangover before, so I don't know exactly what one feels like, but I looked it up on WebMD and it sounds pretty much like me right now.
This is really weird. Considering how much I used to drink, and I never used to get hangovers. So I find it pretty fucking funny that the first time I drink legally I get a hangover. You know you're getting old when... (LOL!)
Anyways, I'm eighteen now. The thought is kind of weird. I'll let you know more when I figure that shit out.

Oh, and P.S, as anti-Julia of me this sounds, I'm going to admit right now that I like Tila Tequila and listen to her music quite a bit, and that I think this is a good song. It's really fucking catchy.