My best subjects were english, social studies, and choir. I always aced those classes, especially english. My english teachers were always pushing me to do extra credit and always wanted to move me into the AP class every year, but I didn't finally do it until senior year of high school.

I can keep other peoples secrets. But I'm not cool enough to have any secrets of my own.

My dad makes breakfast every Saturday and Sunday morning, he's done that my whole life. So now as an adult, whenever I'm home in Texas, it's something I kind of appreciate more. He just makes the basics, cheesy eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, hash browns. But he makes a lot of it so it's like a fatty buffet, lol. But that's my favorite, is waking up on the weekends and my dads down there in the kitchen making breakfast, listening to The Beatles or Al Green while he's doing it, so I wake up to the smell of bacon and oldies music. =)

Honestly, no. Money just irritates me personally. I would be happy to pay off my debt if I had the money. But that's it. Having money wouldn't make me happy. If anything, it would probably isolate me and turn me into a loner who wouldn't know what to do with the amount sitting in the bank.

OMG. I love ribs. I love brisket. I love tri-tip. I love burgers. I love hot dogs. I LOVE EVERYTHIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!

I dont need to learn, I already know how. Street rules.

I like Mac's better, I've had a Macbook for a few years. But for work I use a PC.

Finding out that I was pregnant when I was 19. It was scary because first, I knew I was in no way capable of being responsible for a kid, much less myself. Then it got scarier when I realized that my abusive boyfriend would probably beat the living shit out of me to try and kill it. Then it got even more scary when I realized that the father might not be him, and that he would probably kill me for real, if he wasn't. So I hid it, and said not one word, to anyone. I felt nothing for what was growing inside of me, only fear. It was like having a bomb in my stomach.

This is going to sound really awful, but three weeks later when I bled out and miscarried all over the table in the ER, it was like my life was saved.

Keeping my mouth shut at the wrong times. Not keeping my mouth shut at the wrong times. Involuntary word vomiting. You know.

San Diego. That place stole my heart.

Credit reports/scores.

Ryan Dunn. Weird huh?

My perfect day would consist of sitting on the beach and eating a breakfast burrito, then slamming down a number of fruity, tropical alcoholic cocktails. Im into the simple things in life.

2008

Orchids

Wake up, shower, hair/makeup, drive to Roseville, sit at a desk for 8-9 hours and probably only do legit work for 30% of the day, measure the day in cigarette breaks, drive back home to Sacramento at 5, eat something, maybe see my boyfriend if he's free, watch dvd's in bed, smoke a bowl, go to bed. That's usually my standard Mon-Fri.

I would rather be rich and anonymous so that I could actually enjoy my life.

I made a playlist this morning on my iTunes that is mostly Alkaline Trio, Al Green, Social Distortion, Rancid, Bouncing Souls, and Amy Winehouse, with probably some other random shit thrown in there. Yep, I'm all over the musical spectrum on that one.

Everything is everything.

"Bitches aint nothin but hoes and tricks" -Dr. Dre.