Okay, for starters, I copy-pasted all of my live journal entries over here because this xanga crap looked dead. And my obessive compulsiveness comes to play. That's why they are all titled with the same date. I noticed I mention Crinkle. Luis' hedgehog, and I hope he never reads this to get the reminder, but she died. 
. and he didn't even let me bury it or whatever. yeah, i know, it's not a big deal, but fuck you. Again with San Antonio, I'm off tomorrow just for the day. I really don't see why we're going but whatever. It's the dad's fault.
So, monique, right? That is her name? hah, that would be so rad if we could forget people that fast. well becka broke up with her because of the lying piece of shit she is. and that's their problem, and they dealt with it. All this fucking time I had the security of thinking and almost knowing that monique was a real friend, nothing like d'andrea or deedee or all of that stupid middle school crap. it's like giving up on love. I gave up on real friendships and then I found her and re thought it. all to know that it would soon be fucked over too. another lesson learned. she called me this morning crying. she had better fucking feel something bad out of this because i fucking went through a lot. and i dont want to sound like im giving myself all the credit, because she did listen to me too. but it was no big deal. i was the one who fucking bended over back wards for her.
enough with the drama. so me and luisie hung out today. and it was a fucking awesomely fantastic time???? okay, it was cool. i cut mah already-short hair again. this time in layers. and then we went over to the border patrol park by his house and listened to my scratched *cough* ipod. and i made him listen to some really gay shit. well what he considers gay. like avenged sevenfold. i know, he's stupid??
OH!! I forgot to mention. So my mom, about a month ago, ordered the packet to teach me how to drive and all that shit. and today we pretty much faked all the hours and what not and i managed to pass the test. with a fucking 72. hah. but its okay I guess, for someone who didn't study or pic up the manual more than twice. Yet, there is always a twist. I forgot to bring my glasses. Well we forgot to even buy them. So I'm not getting m ah permit until I take them over to the dps office. Pretty boring, huh? hah. cool. that's why I'm here. I guess I'll get off now. you guys are boring me to death, and don't forget to see mah myspace webpage.... www.myspace.com/xmyheartyourhandsx kk. byeeee
-L*
