remember this?

wow.

i can not even begin to believe i wrote all of these things.

hah loserface x 03043003202103 but at least it sounds like i was having a good time.  

no one goes on Xanga anymore, because taking shexy MyShpace picshures &&& meeting trendy scene people is the way to go.

i'm not saying i'm above this.

it's just really funny, in a pathetic way, to go back and read everything that used to be so important. and how profound you thought you sounded. remember when Taking Back Sunday was "ingenious"? and when death poetry was so deep because, you know, it's not like the rest of the world could write suicidal thoughts AND make them rhyme.

and not much has changed, except maybe i've gotten over the stupid things i did. so, now, instead, i do more stupid things that i can look back on next year and get over to do more stupid things.

recycle cycles?!

Buffalo and Augie from Riverway died. i don't know how to feel about this. Augie was such a nice guy-that's really the best adjective for him. "nice." he smiled and clapped a lot, and i remember all the little boys would hang onto him when he walked around. i don't even know if that really happened, it's just what i remember. and Buffalo always wore sunglasses, except i never really knew him. and i feel selfish for being sad.

so i won't.

i actually signed on here to comment on Casey's xanga, because it still emails me the entries. i don't think anyone else will read this because it's xanga, but if you do, well, hi.

Tina is moving to Seattle.

again, that sad and then selfish feeling.

so i won't.

i've been learning how to save time.

anyway. this isn't relevant. i don't know what the point of this was. but i am okay with life right now.

and i hope you all (Y'ALL! nwahrea) are too.

i know something you don't know.

I think my doctor is an uncertified drug dealer who claims to be a professional, when really he confused the crack in my ankle with what he snorts up his nose every day.

Yeah. Something like that.

I'm not depressed. I'm oppressed.

I am out for the rest of the soccer season.

Happy New Year everybody.

true story, so that means shut up and talk with your mouth closed.

when i was a little girl-like 4 or 5-i was at the mall waiting in line to sit on Santa's lap. my dad asked me what i was going to ask Santa for. i told him, obviously, a Barbie Car! he told me to ask for world peace. i didn't even know what that was. but i wanted to make my daddy happy. so, when the fat dude who couldn't get a job in the real world popped the question, i said, "i want world peace and a Barbie Car."
Santa replied, "you'd better start hoping for that Barbie Car."

i just realized i never got my Barbie Car.