stoked

so today i got asked to do makeup at this runway show for the international academy of design.
i kind of have to represent my school.


i hope i can pull this one off..

dead, and gone.

when i first got this blog, i totally promised myself that i would post every single day..
clearly, i fucking failed large.

but life, it's been okay.

just okay, you ask.. it's basically because i'm in this huge city, trying to live my life, trying to better myself, my life, & you come crawling back. you like to call me the girl, but i'm pretty sure the girl is just code for any girl that'll let you in. & yeah i'm going to rant about this through my blog, because well, i'll never actually say any of this to your face.

i want to scream, and yell, and thrash around because you make me so angry. it's been a while now, & just because you've heard that i'm not looking back anymore does not give you the right to come back and turn my life upside down all over again. you gave up that right when you broke my heart the last * times.

i don't know why you have this hold on me, there are clearly other men who would be so much better for me. men who aren't on away, and men who aren't pure scum, but that's just not what i'm into. i like them rough, jaded, and for the better part kind of insane. & just in case you didn't know, you fit that mold perfectly.

i just need to be around my girls, and talk about spice girls, and david hasslehoff, and drink my face off, and for certain dance till my feet are numb. & just in case they didn't know, they are the best friends any girl could ever ask for!





* subject to change