Chocolate High

oh wow talk about drunk blogging lol. my bad world, Im sober and had a full nights sleep. Im back in love with my chocolate self and thats it.


This isn't Swag. I'm simply better than You.

Ok, so I used to be very conceited. People made it their duty in life to make me grounded and realize the world doesn't revolve around me. I was pretty much narcissistic. I disliked fat and ugly people. I thought I was the bomb.com

Sadly, I was shallow. I could hold a conversation but it was useless because I thought I was right all the time. I wasn't as pretty on the inside. I needed a face lift.

I entered college. I found prettier people than me. People with souls. People with personality. Everything they were. I wasn't. I grew to despise myself. I didn't like my inside. I began to eat, eat, eat, have bad grades, make attempts at being a harlot, I became a dictator within student organizations, I drank like a ill used waif, and I lost so many friends.

I convinced myself I wasn't that attractive and all I could add to the world was my rationale. I wanted to join a sorority. It is an awesome sorority. But the chapter members did not fit me. So I tried to mold my character into what I saw them do.


My eye keeps Twitching

Ever since I've come back from Puerto Rico my eye twitches. It happens when I see things that make me sad/mad. It can happen randomly. I can happen when I feel perfectly fine. I think it happens when I'm stressed and agitated. When I'm confused. It happens all the time. I can't get it to stop. The twitching has become noticeable to others. It happens on my left eyelid.

What is wrong with me. I can't study. I have one more exam tomorrow morning. Studying is far from my mine. All I need is an 80 to maintain my B in the class. I have a 3.4 for the semester. I just feel like its worthless. I don't even feel like sleeping. I don't feel like eating. I don't even really feel like drinking and I love to sip on alcohol.

Grr. I just want the semester to end. I just wish I knew the answers. I just want to go swimming.


She's a Bad'Mam'a'Jam'Ah

So I thought I looked real cute yesterday and I wanted to show off my outfit. This is actually a dress or shirt from my moms closet that I stole. :)

So of course I'ma try to keep up being stylish... I've worked out the past two days.. my arms and chest are sore.. my legs are getting trimmed... and i need to work on my torso/abs extra extra hard... thats the suckiest.. but im liking how my body is shaping.. and my face is getting trim.. obviously! lol

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You Must Be Deaf!: Seasons of Love-RENT


525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.

Seasons of love.


525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?


In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or
the way that she died.


It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.

Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love!

Seasons of love.