Eugh, I'm so mad. I made like two layouts, and they're somewhere on my computer... but, I'll find them somehow. Hopefully. And also, my public veiw just shows a diagnal striped backrgound. Stupid douches at xanga gave me a free trial of premium or whatever, and it's like messing everything up. errrrg. As you know, today is mothers day, so HAPPY MOTHERS DAY. I wanted to update last night and get it out of the way, but my friend Abby was over, and you could tell she was getting annoyed; so, I let her go on. Then the computer was acting retarted and when I slamed it, it restarted. hahah. So, whatever. I have to make this snappy... since my mom is making me clean, and in a half hour we're going out to dinner, probably to some fancy resteraunt. Gahhh. So I spent three hours earlier making this post. Yesterday I went to the mall (w/ Abby Abbs) and here's what I got. Just thought I would show you, and make me feel special (: ++ I also got a cupcake tee, but it like wasn't on the website... MOVING ONN; here's the photog, icons and quotes for ya (:
(That would be Abby.) We should all take lessons from crayons. I mean, come on. Some are beautiful, some are plain, some have weird names, but they all learned to live in the same box, so why can't we learn to live in the same world? It's like I've created my own prison and now I'm forced to live in it We all need something worth getting up in the morning for. Whether it's real or not; healthy or destructive; tangible or false is irrelevant. When you've got nothing to hang on to, deception can be pretty inviting. She dresses up nice, and puts her makeup on perfectly for a boy who will never notice that she did this all for him. Immature love is wanting the other person to be happy only when they're with you. Mature love is wanting the other person to be happy, period. The guy who deserves you the most is the guy who thinks he doesn't. The way to love something is to realize that someday it might be gone. Boy, did you get an A in math? 'Cause you obviously know how to break a girl's heart in half. Kiss me in the light. Hold me in the dark. Tell meeverything will be alright. And I promise I won't break your heart. She's an artist, a painter actually. See that smile on her face, that's her most famous piece.
POLL: How would you describe your style of clothing? Me:I don't really know... I kind of just wear whatever. I shop at like American Eagle, Hot Topic, Delia's, etc... So... my style is myself?
HEY. So, right now, I am sitting on my bed watching Finding Nemo and posting this baby (: Today, I had step up day at TA. It was so hackin' boring. Like, I couldn't stop yawning, and I entertained myself by laughing at the teachers. I'm so mean. bahahah. And, the whole day I hung out with Chris N. At first it was really awkward, because three months ago I liked him and my "friends" ran of the first second they found out and told him. Don't ask me why. I had a lacrosse game. It's my first year, and I made a goal! Except it didn't count, since my stick went over a line or something? I don't know, really. The ref was making senseless calls, and bitching 5th graders out. Must have thought he was hott stuff. I was also talking to the other team about bugs, and Barney, and health class, and who they looked like and.... everything. The goley was like "SHUT UP, I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!!" so I was like "that's the whole point, you little sillypants!". Three people were so mad at me, but the rest of the team were my buds. Then on the ride home, I gave my friend Abby a ride. We went to DQ and she was screaming "Whenever I shave my armpits...!!!" and they're was a bunch of like attractive high school guys working there (we were in the drivethrough) and her, my mom and me couldn't stop laughing. It was pretty cool. We also saw Bwyan (he used to have speach problems, so to me, it's Bwyan. Not Bryan.) He's in sixth grade, and was riding his bike with a car attached to the back with string. Like, I purple toy car. Hahhah. I'm really tired and can't even like think... so, here's the stuff. The first two pictures, I took. The second is blurry... but I like it. (: So, credit. And, some of the icons I made, and I credited other stuff, but if I took something from you, just tell me. I premade my post, and forgot to put the stuff down. One more thing; I make my layouts. So, no, there's no credit. Jeesh.
don't blink, don't close your eyes. and most of all don't apologize. it's me who's got the demons to wrestle now. My theory is that if I stop talking to you Maybe you would start to miss me. Thanks to all the people who drove me to death Without you I could of never ended my breath Through your anger and hate, I was able to choose my fate There was a way out, but I chose the easy route Blast of a gun, breath runs out, final thoughts put to extinction We were just there together... and that was enough. Shedding dreams under the maple tree Where I carved your name Nothing left, not even time It's not that you're losing your friends; you're just finally figuring out who your real friends are. & the truth is, i’m sick of playing the fool. i’m sick of following your rules. i’m sick of being hopelessly to you.
HELP FIGHT HOMOPHOBIA WITH ME? Homophobia-noun unreasoning fear of or antipathy toward homosexuals and homosexuality.
What does it matter if it's two guys, two girls or a guy and a girl? Let them be in love. Let them get married. It's not like they ban together and cause devistation; they're just like good old mom and dad. So, what is with homophobia? Help fight it. Maybe, if you stick up for it, and if enough people do, your friends and relatives will stop and help, and more and more people can be more supportive. Or, we can sit and watch it happen. Just copy and paste this onto your xanga; you can be one more person.
I feel like such an idiot. I was all 'WHY THE FUCK AREN'T I GETTING SUBSCRIPTIONS?!' when all this time I didn't like change the link from USERNAME to courtniefreckleface. hahahhh. So, click here 10 subscriptions=new post
Today is Thursday, and no schooool! (: Well, Last night I wrote a long thing with a bunch of icons and crap, but it exited out by itself, so whatever. I can't remember what I wrote. I do remember writing ten random facts about myself, which I got from Sarah, who I'm pretty sure got it from other people, but you know. I'm bored.
Ten Random Facts About Courtnie 1. My name is spelled C-O-U-R-T-N-E-Y, but I like to spell it like C-O-U-R-T-N-I-E. 2. I still eat off the kid's menu. 3. The only person I actually trust is Cody; and all of my friends hate him. 4. I usually spend my weekends alone, or working, because no one invites me, because all my friends care about is having more friends. 5. I hate how I was last year, and nobody will forget it, and I am way different. 6. I like to stay up late, since that's when no one can bother me and I can take walks in the dark. 7. I'm actually pretty smart, I just don't do my homework and don't think things over before I actually say things. (Such as, at lacrosse when the ref lady said "something THREE something something" and I asked Erin, "WHAT'S FOR FREE?!") 8. I like to talk, a lot, but everyone should know that already. 9. I don't really want to go to highschool since it means I'm growing up and I also have to see my 'one true boyfriend' in the halls every once and a while. 10. I'm afraid to say I love you; it means commitment, and I've been going out with Eric for three months on May 11, and still haven't told him I love him.
life isn't about finding yourself. its about creating yourself.
never ignore a gut feeling, but never believe that it's enough.
just think. there's someone out there dying to get you to notice. just think. someone's layingup staring at their ceiling thinking only of your smile.
life isn't about finding yourself. its about creating yourself.
