i'm a star

blahhhhhhhhh i am in photo class and listening to a lecture on photoshopping things to make a photo montage, all of which i already know how to do.

updates on lauren tarver:

i have stopped smoking weed. seriously.
elena martinez is coming to new york city, everyone get ready
i bombed my psych midterm. this does not reflect my knowledge of psychology.
my obgyn will not call my prescription into a pharmacy out of state. fuck that?
i am hungry.
it is spring and i can't tell. cold weather, go away.
my birthday is in 3 weeks, yay.

i dunno. i'm boring.


i've been spending more time with the male species, thank god. i need a break from too much female energy and too much negative male energy. i spend too much time in my head, i hear enough female perspective as it is.



i will elaborate on this later.


last night i freaked out. realized i do not have a home and the idea of going "home" scares me, because of how unhappy my last memories of living there were. i don't know. it made me cry and have bad dreams. that i know.

without you here

sometimes the light coming in from my window just isn't quite enough.

morrissey...NOT

so excited, soooo excited to go to california. but i was just officially offered a free ticket to morrissey this coming monday, when i will be in the sun on a bike drinking hella beer because i will be wallowing in the fact i cannot make the show. oh amy rose, i am sorry i cannot make it and i am sorry your beau isn't either. we suck, but i suck more because i could've easily made it such the time and i cannot.

someone better make this vacation fucking amazing in order to make up for lack of the moz.