September 2010
homework has become my life.
and it sucks.
ass.
it sucks major ass.
kristinconway asked: Where are you now!?
I miss you!
and I'm not just saying that cause you made yummy salsa! :p
I miss you!
and I'm not just saying that cause you made yummy salsa! :p
“Breanna you look so…..”
I waited, hoping that he would fill in the blank with ‘cute’ or ‘pretty’. But he didn’t.
He didn’t even get the chance. I finished the sentence he’d left hanging with “like a little kid? Yeah, I know”.
And he smiled and laughed and agreed that those were the words he couldn’t seem to...
I honestly don't see the need for relationships...
What’s the point? To be gossiped about for a week and be under all of this social pressure to stay happy and be together?
Don’t get me wrong, yeah I’d love to have a date to homecoming and prom and be one of those people that goes out to a fancy restaurant and rides in a limo before a dance. I would.
And I would love to go over to a guy’s house and have his family treat...
“I don’t high five freshman.”
*the room gets silent*
“WAIT you’re not a freshman?”
“NO. I’m not.”
random freshman girl sitting beside me: “Pssst…Hey, can you give me a high five? Please?”
me: “Uhhhh…”
her: “PLEASE?”
me: “Sure, I guess.”
her: “Omg I feel so special now. I...
all i'm saying,
is that if you’re gonna be stupid on the internet while trying to be rude to me, of COURSE i’m going to be a bitch about it.
“just so you know it’s highly annoying when you have all your little notes on the video…” well you know what? JUST SO YOU KNOW, i don’t give a shit. did i ask you to watch my video? no, i didn’t.
and JUST SO YOU KNOW,...
my friends make me feel beautiful
i love going through my profile pictures. because on a lot of them my friends commented saying that i look beautiful or amazing and pretty. i love my friends:)
sometimes i hate being the role model
my cousin tries so hard to act like me and my sister. she does what we do, says what we say, dresses how we dress, and even eats the same stuff we eat.
its almost like she can’t think for herself, and sometimes i wish she would. yeah, sometimes its nice to know that someone thinks that highly of me to want to be me. but its exausting, acting perfect all the time, being careful of the things...
"life is not always fair. Sometimes you get a...
i hate it when i take a test and think i did good...
Like, for instance, i took a geometry test this morning. and even though i had done NONE of the homework assignments or anything (since those are not required to do and aren’t checked in as a grade), and when i took the chapter test i thought “WOW this is actually pretty easy, I can’t believe i know this stuff”
I just checked my grades online. i got a D on the test....
I’m starting to wonder whether or not to continue with writing. Don’t get me wrong, I love writing, I absolutely love it.
But I’m starting to get more and more interested with screenplay writing.
What do you guys think?
It's almost like the universe doesn't want me to...
Of California.
But that’s okay, cause I’m not ready to let go just yet.
I used to love looking through old family...
Now, not so much.
Before, they made me happy and I remembered all those good times our family had.
But now all I can think about is how happy our family was, and about how things have skewed so far from there.
I don’t have a family anymore.
There will never be anymore family pictures for me to look back on. Never.
I act so calm when I’m talking to people and saying stuff like...
I get made fun of all the time for being scared of spiders. But it’s more than just a fear for me. Sure, tiny spiders I find creepy, but those aren’t the ones I’m scared of.
It’s the big spiders, house spider size will do it for me. I’m not scared, I’m terrified. I can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything except scream. It’s not some...
Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short; Wear shirts and boots, ‘cause it’s okay to be a boy. But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading. ‘Cause you think that being a girl is degrading. But secretly you’d love to know what it’s like, wouldn’t you? What it feels like for a girl.
“and I’ll stand up on the ocean,
just to show you that I am strong, strong,
But what if I am wrong?”
Dreams
Have you ever had a dream where you’ve felt pain? And I’m not talking about emotional pain, like crying in your sleep and then waking up and you have tears running down your face.
I mean real, physical pain. It’s only happened to me twice before, and then it happened again last night.
Before, I had a dream that someone threw a razor (not the shaving kind, the big ones that go...
“I think it’s official. I’m in love with summer. I love her smile, I love her hair, I love her knees, I love this heart shaped birthmark she has on her neck. I love the way she sometimes licks her lips before she talks. I love the sound of her laugh. I love the way she look when she’s sleeping. I love how I hear this song in my head every time I think of her. I love how she...
Words & Gasoline: jump in, and go →
cuethefire:
There are a lot of things that I want to tell you before I leave. I’ve been writing letters in my head, trying to build up some of the courage and bravery I have stitched on the palm of my hand, but I’m only brave in quiet ways, like saying I can feel autumn on my tongue, and I don’t believe in…
Dream interpreting.
I feel like my mind is trying to send me these weird cryptic messages. Last night I had one of the scariest nightmares I’ve had in a long time. Usually when i have a dream that I can remember clearly I analyze it.
So here’s the dream: I’m home alone, when somehow a snake gets in the house. I start freaking out and I don’t know what to do. I call my dad on the phone but he...
Amazing/frustrating/fun day:)
Okay, well starting off with the amazing part, IM GOING TO MISSOURI:) and I honestly didn’t have to beg my mom either. I just asked her, told her that yes I would get my assignments before I left, and then she said yes!
It was kinda like last Friday when I went out with some people from school, no one really asked questions, almost like they want me to go. I’m sure they probably...
"Dream" by Pricilla Ahn
Listen to it. It’s pretty much my new life theme song.
I want so badly to say "why should I care?"
But for some reason I can’t.
I can’t let you go. No matter how hard I try; and believe me, I’m trying.
But at the same time I keep wondering why I ever liked you. Yeah you were funny and cute and everything, but I can’t help but think about the guy you’ve become. And I wonder how I could have ever liked someone like that.
I liked you for the person you were, but I...
i look over at the door every few minutes,
but you’re still not back yet. it’s getting darker outside, almost pitch black now. you left when it was full day out.
and i can’t help but sit here by myself and wonder what is so horrible about spending 30 minutes alone in this house with me.
what the fuck is so wrong with me that my own father doesn’t even want to spend time with me?
the lying days: I think the highlight of my day... →
thelyingdays:
I think the highlight of my day is when I peel off my clothes and crawl into bed—and I’m lazy, a disaster, so I haven’t done the dishes and I haven’t taken my mascara off, and I don’t give a fuck. And if it’s an okay night, I fall asleep without too much effort and hopefully my dreams are…
I've been gone for three weeks
The night that I get back you bring over your girlfriend and her daughter.
Then this morning i woke up and you were at her house. You were here for an hour and then left to go back.
Sorry I’m not as interesting as your girlfriend and her family, dad.
Sleep, where did you go?
Ever since school started i havent seen enough of you.
Come back, PLEASE.
—breanna
i got to school happy to be doing fencing, and also from remembering that random guy who talked to me from yesterday.
well mr. candiloro wanted us to be with a partner who used the same hand as us, so that ruled out everyone in the room except 3 other people than me since there are only 4 leftys.
well it turned out that the guy from yesterday is actually in my class. we were about to be...
day thirteen - a letter to someone who has hurt you recently
i can’t really think of someone who’s hurt me recently..i mean there’s people who i know i’ve hurt, but i can’t really think of someone who has hurt me recently..
day fourteen - a picture of you and your family
don’t have one. the picture or a family. not anymore at least. and i don’t have...
it's funny how the smallest things can make you...
so today i woke up with this ugly pimple on my face that was too dark to cover up with makeup. so on a whim, i decided to put a little cover up on to make it less dark, didn’t put in my contacts, and i walked out the front door.
all day long i was conscious of my appearance. i knew no one was going to say anything, but I felt like people were staring; they probably were.
but at the end of...
Cascada and Basshunter don’t mix well with geometry. Im doing more dancing than math.
“No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes. It’s a universal truth. But...”
– Marilyn Monroe | Submitted by Ishaaa (via quote-book)
“i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it...”
– e.e. cummings
this is the saddest song you will ever listen to.
...
there’s sometimes when she just frustrates the hell out of me because she just doesn’t understand, but then there are those times when she just gets me so perfectly.
today my mom told me that i could apply to any college that i want to. she didn’t put any restrictions on me like brittany has, where i can only go to someplace in louisiana. i think my mom is finally starting to...
sometimes i wonder if anyone really understands...
i honestly don't understand why everyone gets mad
when i don’t like what someone makes for dinner.
i mean, there’s only so many crappy casseroles your great-grandma makes before you don’t even want to eat something anymore.
and you all just sit there frustrated that i’ve only eaten the salad.
i can’t wait until i’m back at my dad’s so i can start cooking again.
i hate it here so much..
