I'm kind of upset at myself for missing Believers Never Die, considering the fact that my friend, Jared basically stalked Pete Wentz. His picture with him is...OMG. It's so funny, his reaction is fucking priceless. My friend Sarah, asked Jared to bring something back from the concert to give to her. I guess, while hanging in front of the audience, Jared grabbed Pete's bracelet loop and didn't let...

Okay, so usually when my sister and I go to shows we stay out there for hours. I mean, like 2-8 hours. Reese(sissy) and I was at the TLA by 11:00. The show started at 7:00. We're such weirdos.A ROCKET TO THE MOON.I actually really enjoyed their set, despite it being only 5 songs and I only knew 2 of them. Nick Santino sounded great, the energy was fantastic. I can't wait to see them again.HIT THE...

Everyone has their own little worlds. If you're lucky enough, someone will let you be apart of theirs. By writing this journal, I am letting strangers view a very personal and candid part of my mind. My most personal and inner thoughts are being put on display for all to see, and I don't mind. It gives me the most fantastic release just to let my feelings go without having to watch what I say, or...

Today, we went on a class trip to the National Liberty Muesum. We talked about freedom, government, and what the amendments really mean. There was this one piece of artwork in particular that really took me. I forgot what it was called but it was two kids made of jellybeans with their heads turned backwards and in the background were butterflies. The art was supposed to represent our uniqueness,...

Okay, remember how I was talking about beauty? Today, in art class, we had to do a project where we had to look in a mirror and do a self portrait of ourselves. You have no idea how hard that was for me to do. I kept fidgeting with my hair and apply more of my lip gloss, like that could help anything. Any little improvements that I think could enhance my "beauty", I pay attention to more than...

On a Friday afternoon, in my Bio class, I just felt this sudden sprang of hurt and emotion come upon me. I have no idea where it comes from. So, when this happens, I like to write my feelings and thoughts on paper. Here's what I wrote:If I were to disappear, who would it matter to? There's a lump in throat growing larger that a cantaloupe thinking that it would matter to no one. It's not like me...