Roadtrip to San Fran? 21st -26th? Hanyone wanna come?

yo quiero contigo, morena te lo pido!
i have over 140 creditos…cwazy.

Done with work on friday. Freedom. Spent a lot of money on clothes to get ready for school. Nice clothes.

Went to Fred Meyer last night. A gaggle of bums were chillins there and one dude come over to us and starts to tell a story then gets to the point. We have no cash, blah blah, and he starts to walk away and then asks us…Do you believe in God?
Emily and I turn heads toward each other and together say a precise, no.
He replies with a quick….Cuz I’m SATAN. So creeped out right now…he walks away and loudly whispers, ‘liars’ back at us. We scurry into freddies, buy booze and then i see him on the way out. OMG leave. Actually i thought it would be fun to drive around the parking lot and yell satan at him. He left or something so I yelled at his friend to ’say hi to satan’ for us. Kinda mean but worth it.

I miss guitar boy and the whole ‘Hey Guys! Its sangle time.’
Classes, classes, classes. What to do. Fourth year, wont be graduating. Haha. Could care less. Why leave early when I dont have to. Hmm…Its a safe zone. Happy place. Free to play and do as I please, most of the times.
I think my parents might be staying at my apartment this weekend…hmm.

I’ve been reading some of Emilys books she put in the apt on the white bookshelf…and i likey. I like random books that catch my eye and then I cant put them down and read and read till i see the end. Its fun.
Girl Talk is the craziest music. Surrsly check that. Mashit. Potatoes!

55566688833. tm me babies.
We fought face to face like it was the 90s again

Holler Banksy

I just decided i have to best majors combo ever. Jealous. Celoso. Celso. Punto com. En mi culo. Sin respirar. Nail clippings.

Pure happiness. Hap-penis.