wrong words will strand you

one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
4 hands and then away
both under influence.
to know what to say
mind is a razorblade.

i havent written in a few days
i've been working on living life-- instead of writing about it. if only my life was that excitting.

this week i moved our living room furnature in, next week will probably be painting my bedroom and moving that shit in.
it's finally setting in that i'm going to have my own place, i'm stoked and scared all at the same time. stoked for the best year, but scared that the best year will turn into a friendless one spending every night alone. that the friendships i made are only until something better comes along, you know? it's weird how you get to know people in 8 months and it feels lke you've known them for forever, in a good way.

nothing spectacular has happend during the week of being 19. i discovered my love for vodkacran fishbowls that i should never partake in kareokee... ever. that i can't walk in 5 inch heels but still onsist on doing it and
that i still remain the most akward-clumsy girl ever

next week i'm going to start painting.
i havent had something to make me want to paint in like a year.
im kinda excitted.

we'll see where this weekend takes me.
probably up to no good.