Boy, Oh, Boy.
Has it been a non glorious day todayy!

Today I wokeup, took a shower, got dressed, went to my brother;s Moving Up ceramony, then.
came home, and hibernated for like, 6 hours, clicking and saving so many pictures that my fingertips hurt.
I don't even know how I'm typing this right now.

But, none the less, there was crying earlier, but I got over it and expressed my anger through verry, dirrect, away messeges :D!

I think I just need to get away for awhile, like in another country. Living here is wayyyyyy to stressful for the average emo/punk/goth teenager. I'm sick of it. ANYONE LIVING IN ENGLAND LOOKING FOR A ROOM MATE?! I'm available!

Oh, well. Like my parrents would let me go to a country where the drinking age is lower than 21(i think it is).
But, a girl could dream. In this case, dreaming REALLY big.

For now, I shall occupy myself by sewing my eyelids shut :D.


Cheerrs.
The A Monster.

They're gay.
and never are real. in any way shape or form. 
The guys are seamingly perfect and the girls are always somewhat damaged and then the boy comes and rescues the girl, they fall in love, and live happily ever after. 
No.
Doesn't work that way, sorry, Incase you havnt found out,
boys use girls. girls spill out how they feel right TO THE BOYS FACE, and then what does he do?

GOES OUT WITH AN EX THAT TREATED HIM LIKE SHIT.
oh yeah. thats what i call a romance movie.

Its bullshit, and i cant take it anymore.



Oh, i need some booze...

MY LIP IS SWOLEN.
and it wont go down.*tear*
is it because i had the stud in?
did I not clean it with enough alcohol in the past week?
or does god just not wnat me to have a lipring....


ugh.

Yay! LiveJounal!
I am like so, fucking,happy right now. I lost my other login so, I had to make a new one.
sucks right?

Today was the last day of school, forever, until September, and it was an asklfhladsfhds day. Social studies final +english final= not a whole lot of fun. almost cried a couple timess...
I have moving up ceramonies tonight.
*sigh*
Dont really want to go, but i feel like i have an obligation. Plus my mother would scream if i told her i wasnt going.
oh well, i have an outfit picked out, and shoes picked out.
should be LOADS of fun.
NOT,
Dance afterwords. can anyone spell DRAMA?!
oh boy, i wont even tell you about what happened at the BBQ. now THAT was a disaster. 


I dont know, I might have to punch somebody out...

Check backk layderr.


xxxx
Alyssa.