death-by-fangirl

Hey guys, how's it going? A little update: Choir Boy? Yeah, I confessed (he and his girlfriend broke up a week after they started going out) and he says he likes me too. The problem? He's a commitaphobe; not without reason, but a commitaphobe nonetheless. Also, there's this random chick who keeps trying to flirt with him (she says she's not; I'm not saying anything, but I think that's bullshit) and he's not down for PDA. So, basically, we're not together. But we're not not together. It's confusing. It's fucking with my head. Which is, y'know, really irritating. Second, I've been sick for the past several days and one of my friends thinks

Has been one long series of shits-to-the-face from life. It all started this morning when I woke up and looked in the mirror, only to realize that my previously wet hair had dried into something resembling a retarded lion's mane on speed. You think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. This, however, is a fairly regular occurrence so I managed to overlook it. The next few hours were okay: had breakfast, beat the crap out of my sister, normal stuff. Then, I made the mistake of going on Facebook. Before I go into what has truly ruined my day, and probably the rest of my week, a little background is in order. A few weeks ago, I was called in to help

1. Post these rules 2. Each tagged person must post 10 thing about themselves on their journal 3. At the end, you have to chose and tag 10 people and post their icons on the same journal entry. 4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them 5. No tag backs 1. I get OCD when it comes to colors. 2. Los Campesinos is my favorite band EVAR. 3. I love singing almost as much as I love acting. 4. I fully intend to pursue every passion that I have. 5. I am addicted to chocolate. 6. I come from a family of stoners. 7. I'm Jewish. 8. I still think my art looks like poo. 9. I love nice clothes, but I have no money to buy the