I'm vulgar. Speak before i think. Cuss a lot for a girl. Party hard. Make faces at the camera. Throw up peace signs. I crush hard. Love slow. Hate complex guy-girl relationships. Make friends easily. Keep close friends close. Girlfriends even closer. I talk a lot. Walk fast. Love dancing. I get distracted easily. Have a billion things on my mind. Internalize stress. Wear hats. Prefer pens to pencils. Live and breathe music.
Alcohol continues to be my best friend on the weekend, so please excuse every picture of me with a drink in my hand. My best friends are Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker, Makers Mark, and Crown. Though I suppose I should make the library, books, and highlighters a close second.
I dont believe in love at first sight. I believe in love at first conversation.
I love my friends. Through their friendships, I know what it means to trust and be myself. I love my family, who will forever be my support system and means of unconditional love.
My soul is captivated by:
House & Rock MUSIC
and BEST FRIENDShips
Some random things i just LOVE--can't see my life without them-- chapstick, lotion, perfume, cargo pants, eyeliner, chucks, boyshorts, wife beaters, text messaging, digital cameras, black nail polish, skull-clad couture, middle children, libras, and hair ties.
"The No Seatbelt Song" - Brand New
So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
But how could I miscalculate...
perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I can choose, it's only you.
"we're wrecking" and I'm dry like a drum, when you scream so fine I'll leave.
We're stranded, we've got time and trials, measured in miles. We slave for days (and weeks).
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose.
It's only you.
But how could I miscalculate...
perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose... it's only you.
Before the madness of dental school, there was the craziness of college that ensued.
05.11.07
Retreat & Lotus
05.12.07
Stereo