how do i get better once i've had the best

i actually sorta miss you a lot.
but saturday i get to see you.
and i'm super excited.
it's been too long. and it's not fair that you are so far away ):

i know you think im SUPER lame and everything, but i honestly don't care!
you are just too freakin good my dear (:


i hardly have time to blog anymore, but i felt like skipping some hw.

the weirdest things remind me of you, and i love it.

they began to breathe

i began my culinary school entrance essay today.
i wrote three sentences then began to cry.
i always thought i would end up bull shitting my essays.
they would be about an emotional and life changing moment.
but that moment would be derived only from my imagination.
as i began to write, i couldn't help but realize why i was doing it.
the story was true.
it couldn't be more fitting to what i want it to be.
the person i am writing about, the situation, the circumstances.
all of it is true.
i feel like this essay embodies my heart.
which in a sense, it really needs to.

i just can't help but cry.
it's so depressing.


but i'm afraid that when they read it, they will only ask; "why is she even trying?"

i can transform yaaa

i just took my medicine
and now my throat feels weird
i dont think i had enough water for my 8 pills ):

you got it you got it anything you want i can transform ya like a transformer

fuckcollegeapps.
i need to get started sooon. ugh.
let's give up, yes???!?!!?!
JUST START GETTING SERIOUS.
DGAF LIFE.
im serious.
i dgaf everything i do now.
except for ASB.
senioritisx10000.
all i do is chill and go out.

i spend my free time looking up sadies ideas and asb crap.


fuuuuuuu.

i want to go dancing.
hc wasn't enough (:


lil wayne is dooope.
notice how he is in every single song?

but forsrs.

if you ain't been apart of it, at least you get to witness biiitches.

haven't met you yet

i think i met you.



genetics have failed me.

i can't stop sneezing

guerilla tactix (10:52:54 PM): You see my dear Katie


ian mcnicol is hilarious.

well.
i can't say that i'm all for this, but i'm just going to smile and pretend like it's a good idea.
i know what's going to happen.
and i'll be sad.


i've been thinking about you lately.
i really want winter to come.
i think we would look cute dressed in winter clothes.

it makes me sad that i can't help my friends.
although, it is haughty of me to say that i offer valuable advice.
but, i sit around thinking i could prevent them from doing something...
it's too damn hard.
i wish they would just listen.
i guess that's what high school is about, right?

its burning us all

this fire,
it's burning us all.

http://www.sweetandsaucyshop.com/

i'm risking it.

there has gotta be more than this.

i'm ready to just go go go go.

my brain and tongue just met.




sometimes i like how i never eat lunch with the same people every day.
i get to talk to a lot of people. (:


"are you okay?"
"tired of drama"

i guess so

for the past month i've been rushing around.
just getting homework done, studying, going to school.
everyday i think about ASB
and i think about the SAT
and i think about college.

but i realized.
there needs to be more than this.
there has to be something more meaningful than high school.

every weekend
i tell myself
i should go to church
or should go to LA to see my friends.


i end up staying up till 12 working on AP econ
and doing stats.
and studying for the SAT.
as soon as the SAT ends,
it's all about college apps.
and after that...i have a a couple months break
before AP tests.


so everyone says this is what you're supposed to do senior year.

why is it that it makes me depressed to think about it?
i'm supposed to be excited for the future.
i don't even like living in the present.

thinking about college and school...it makes me miserable.
and it makes me feel even worse, that i'm going to go through with it anyways.

i wish i could just go to culinary school.
it would make me so happy.

but i'm not going to. uc system..for the win, i guess...