When I am rich and famouse I want these pieces in my house.

The end

The knight in rusty armor came out to have a rusty brain as well, and in reality was just a big jester.
Total Levi situation in fast foreward.
Kinda mad at myself for letting it happen.
From now on I am completely shutting out what guys say and just watching out for what they actually do. They're all full of empty words and promises.
Jackasses.
But god fucking damn it, I need to finally get into a relationship with somebody, I'm being super duper lonely.
Roar.

Unable so lost
I can't find my way
Been searching, but I have never seen
A turning, a turning from deceit

Cos the child roses like
Try to reveal what I could feel

I can't understand myself anymore
But I m still feeling lonely
Feeling so unholy

Cos the child roses like
Try to reveal what I could feel
But this loneliness
It just won't leave me alone

I'm fooling somebody
A faithless path to roam
Deceiving to breath this secretly
This silence, a silence I can't bear

Cos the child roses like
Try to reveal what I could feel
And this loneliness
It just won't leave me alone
And this loneliness,
It just won't leave me alone, ohh no

A lady of war

A lady of war






My Knight in rusty armor has finally returned to me. He held me, and I once again felt safe, and did not want him to let go, and he didn't want to let go either, and it was perfect, or as perfect as things can be. At that moment I could not have asked for anything more.

Lover had to leave me
Cross the desert plain
Turned to me, his lady
Tells me "lover wait"
Calling jesus, please
Send his love to me
Oh, wind and rain may haunt me
Look to the north and pray
Send me, please, his kisses
Send them home today
I'm begging, jesus, please
Send his love to me
Left alone in desert
This house becomes a hell
This love becomes a tether
This room becomes a cell
Mommy, daddy, please
Send him back to me
How long must I suffer?
Dear god, I've served my time
This love becomes my torture
This love, my only crime
Lover please release me
My arms too weak to grip
My eyes to dry for weeping
My lips too dry to kiss
Calling, jesus, please
Send his love to me
I'm begging, jesus, please
Send his love to me

Here are some of my favorite/least embaressing photos from the Jello wrestling competition, moi against Richelle, she whipped my ass.






The shirtless guy on the left is the guy who's pants I wanted to jump into like you wouldn't believe, if only my ex hadn't been there with me. Maybe he'll be at the mud wrestling competition in August.

So I have decided that I when I move to LA I will become a suicide girl. No ifs, ands, or buts. So now all those boys that dated or whatever elsed me can be like "I dated/whatever elsed" a suicide girl. Hahaha. Nah but seriously, I think it's sexy. Also I want to become more active. You know like help out with greenpeace type of things, and AIDS awarness. I've been reading flaunts environmental issue and it's mad interesting and inspiring. Oh yeah, I need to get my application for FIDM sent out as soon as possible so that I can move to LA quickly. I might be able to get a room in a mini castle thingy for 1200 or so a month. That also means that I need to get my bartending license and work my fucking ass off when I get to LA so that I can make enough money to pay that kind of rent. Fucking A I'm gonna do this shit. Actually, I wan to sign up for bartending right now. Nigga what, mothua fucka I'm grown.

PS. I have decided to change my tactic. I am looking for a boyfriend. But I am not willing to settle for anything beneath me. Ty would have been perfect, but that ofcourse went to shits. Just my luck I guess eh?

I got really pissed at Olimpia today. Without actually meaning to and by simply being inconsiderate and not thinking she's butting into my personal life with my parents. Besides everyone has been pretty annoyed with the princess. In anger I got out the house and angrly drove to Crystal Diner. I was sitting there drinking my green tea, reading Fuse, and smoking my Marlboros and ended up having a conversation with this older man. He's very nice. I'm thinking something around his 60's. Another very old guy that is always there came in and joined into our conversation. One of the main reasons why I love Crystal is becuase of it's friendly atmosphere. After a while the sixty year old was paying me a few compliments, but thanks to my silly ignorance I brushed it off. When I was leaving he asked if I wanted to meet his dog which is in the truck. It's a very sweet brow pitbull. He gave me his phone number and told to call if I ever want to chat. Kind of creepy. He's a really nice guy tho, no I will not call, no way no how, but he was a nice guy, and I'm glad I got to talk to him it calmed me down. He seems like the kind of guy that will go to a strip club just for the company of a pretty girl and just to get to talk to her. I always get stuck with some sort of phedophile tho.