backstage sluts double drop.

im getting giddy thinking about this weekend, its spring tide. party on the beach, camps bay. i made my own high waisted denim shorts out of moms old jeans from the sixties. they look cool. everybody around me - as in my friends, not the rest of these screwballs- are so pretty. not that im shallow or superficial, im just happy they're all so stunning.

im in a happy mood today. im bunking my life skills class, it's pathetic anyway.

ross is coming by after school and we had a cryptic heart-to-heart last night so i want to talk to him. its easy to talk to him. i just say everything and anything.

even the thinhgs i don't admit to myself.

i just want to put on something other than this hideous flowery dress, indulge in something alcoholic, talk and laugh and be with my friends. oh and a dunhill would be swell. a whole box would actually be a slap-up.

xx



Human of the year.

You know when you throw every bitching accusation at somebody in an attempt to make yourself feel better by them feeling bad and then they go and admitt to all of it in a second without even trying to defend themselves or give me the satisfaction of them feeling any remorse for whatever it might have been that pissed me off.

Well i hate when that happens, and you- smartass, do it all the time.

I love how when im not feeling jolly and chirpy, my friends dont skip to me smiling. We're all so in sync. Its weirdly refreshing and kind of emo, haha, who cares. But how about just not eating? yes, my pretty red head and i will conquer.

Oh, and happy spring to everybody. Its just that much closer to summer, a season that makes me happy just laying outside.