I worked hard for it. Even though it would be awesome to be one of those chicks who can look like a knockout despite sitting on their ass all day and eating whatever they want, it feels good to earn something.

		I will marry Chris Crocker.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Norway in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 5 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Blue Shagmobile.
		I will spend my days as a Scripper, and live happily ever after.

I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck
I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck

I hate the way you look
(You make me sick)
I hate the way you talk
(I wanna punch you in the face)
I can't stand you at all
(You drive me insane)
Why won't you go away?

I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck

This is your song
Congratulations
You're the inspiration
I hate you so much
That I wrote this song
Congratulations
You're immortalized
I hate so much
I hope you fuckin' die

rbf makes everything make sense.

nothing makes me happy anymore.
i've had just about enough of everything.
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one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

I need to grasp the concept that running away from your problems only makes them worse.
seriously.

wow.
I always told myself you'd get what you deserved, and it finally happened.
FSPA has changed my life.

i don't want to write the three more pages i need for this stupid research paper, or do this math that i don't understand at all. once i get through all this shit right here it's
FSPA YAY.
i'm very, very excited.

i know it seems like i'm headed nowhere, but it just can't be true. if it were, i wouldn't be this happy. is there such a crime in enjoying life?

ay bitch, you have lunchlady arms.
you know who you are!

( I took some pictures today )

oh and btw, i think i'm going to start making my journal public now. tell the world.

i like a boy who likes me back
i like a boy who likes me back
i like a boy who likes me back
la la la la la la
<33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

uggh
i have everything done, i just need to write that story that i half researched, then i can go to bed.
arg.
i'm not gonna make it out alive in newspaper next year.

i am bored, hyperactive, and disappointed that the world won't move the same speed as i think i am. i don't wanna get so bored that i'm destrutive which i think is a problem that i should talk to someone about, because unlike so many of my little episodes i don't think this is something i can control.

adding to my list of what I would do if I had a time machine:

go back on that day where i thoughtmy life ended and i wouldn't stop reading that note over and over again, listening to his old voicemails, holding that old tarnished necklace, and reading over our im conversations and tell past amber that i'd get the last laugh.

yeah, so pretty much, if he thinks i'd even consider going back with him, he's fucking high, which wouldn't be much of a surprise.

ps: chinese food and indian food make an amazing combination

lolol.
i am talking sooo much shit about you here.
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