I love your chaos.

oh and i will never stop being obsessed with the song consequence by the notwist.

 it’s fucking incredible.

so basically, i hate senior year. it’s not going how i thought it would at all.  i dont know why, i dont know. jlfgjetksdng

I love my boyfriend, David Andrew Starling,  more than there are stars in the universe.

mmhmm.

(:

this weekend has fucking sucked, minus thirty minutes or so. the end. fsdifhskgngh,gj

Today was hot, like June or July, and humid too. The cross country meet sucked, it hurt really bad. The first mile was good but the second and third I thought my back and or legs were going to give out and I was going to collapse; so that was fun. It’s cool having the hardest course in the district. Hell, region maybe.  Anyway. I’ve written three essays tonight, my homework never seems to go away. Ah, what sucks even more, I have to be at Manchester on saturday morning at 5:45 am. fucking are you kidding me.      blah. at least we get back late afternoon sometime and not midnight like most invitationals. okay, back to ap spanish lit project.                                  it’s good to be in love.

Okay, so I suck at online journaling, I know.

I love that homecoming is next week I cannot wait, I have the best date. I just hope there isn’t any drama and everyone has a good time because prom was way too dramatic, but that was mostly my fault. We are going to Amelia to run on friday after school. So a 6 mile run before the homecoming game, sweet ! I think amatt emac and i are spending the night at kayveals that night so we can get up and decorate the next morning for homecoming. Gah, im so excited about homecoming (: I hope I still fit into my dress by next saturday, good thing this week and next week are crucial running weeks, three meets. Monacan/Wythe meet tomorrow, Octoberfest this saturday, and James River next wednesday. I really want to not suck so bad anymore, especially because I know I can be good, but my body won’t let me. Like yesterday was one of the hardest workouts we do, a distance speed workout, and I did better than I thought I would. I lead the group I was in for a set and my body actually let me for once. I just don’t want to suck too bad tomorrow, it sucks to suck.

so basically, i wish it was last friday all over again..

Today marks the end of the third week of senior year, college is all I can think about.

I’m scared nervous dreading anxious. hell, even anticipacious.

my stomach hurts just thinking about it.