January 2010
147 posts
its new years eve...
this year is going to be different!
I’m going to change!
everything is going to be better and I’m going to be a better person!
…
not at all, actually its just an excuse to drink.
don’t be friends with the people who say they are there for you, be friends with the people who don’t need to say it.
December 2009
95 posts
Dear 2010,
i collect these years as i live them.
i never gain enough.
every year I’m older,
but I’m still just stuck.
i sit here stringing words,
as moments seem to fly.
i resist, yet persist,
a year going by(e).
as every year approaches,
we all vow to change.
but we are still ourselves,
its always the same.
every time a resolution,
a revolution we say.
why set goals to disappoint?
...
new year... still your old life.
i don’t understand people saying: “2010 is going to be different, the past is the past, new year - new start.” just because its January first doesn’t mean you’re beginning a new life, its still you, your situation and your old life. and whats the point of saving a resolution for a new year? that’s just procrastinating.
just live your life, no regrets, you...
this waking up alone thing isn't for me.
i need her always, right beside me.
i want to be graduated now, moved out now, in our own place now.
happy december 26th.
I’m heavy, i have a canker sore, a fat lip and my eyes are puffy from crying. rough Christmas?… well, yes.
yet despite it all it was still good. i hung out with my Nana who i haven’t seen in 2 years and my mom who i haven’t seen in a month. i wish i could have spent more time with Bobbie but hey, you can’t have ‘em all. right?
well, i can’t brag about...
my nana is up from NH, i haven't seen her in two...
I love bobbie's nephew, i call him "my nephew"...
me: damian, night night?
damian: nah nah!
me: come here baby.
- damian crawl into bed, takes a sip of his "ba ba", then sticks his bottle in my mouth to share.
me: oh thank you damian. go night night.
damian: nah nah.
- damian gets up and walks out of the room.
me: where you going?
damian: nah nah!
me: ok, night night. i love you.
damian: K!
no phone anymore.
but im always with bobbie so if you need to call or whatever, hit her/us up.
i got taken off my cousins line and im supposed to be getting my own phone and line but i don’t know if im gonna.
my beliefs.
- always let your gaurd down, yes, you could very well get hurt, but what if you don’t? what magical things could come of that?
- i don’t know what happens when we die, so neither do you, you don’t posess any powers that i do not.
- forgiveness should be rationed.
- time should never be wasted.
- hate and negative feelings should be saved for the people who really deserve...
SUCH A GOOD NIGHT!
my eighteenth birthday party was a wonderful sucess, not without its glitches but still fantastic. i miss these people. i cant get enough of my friends. i forget how great people can be. had such a good night. pictures later.
bobbie got a tumblr! →
so cold. got a lot done today. still have much more, and its getting late.
it never ends.
hey, i got scheduled for saturday and sunday for work. good, i need money so bad.
she said:
man, i gotta get out of this town.
man, i gotta get out of this pain.
its all i love.
its all i hate.
its all to much for her to take.
she can’t be sure where it begins.
or it the good life lies within.
Go listen to BETH HART, screamin' for my supper... →
as my tumblarity goes up, my GPA goes down.
about 5 years ago...
my dad, brad, adam and i went on a family trip to DC, on the way back to Maine we stopped in New York. I saw a lot of exciting things that day but the one thing i will never forget is when i walked over one of those vents in the sidewalk… i was wearing a skirt, hot air blew straight up blowing my skirt up and everywhere. a hobo who saw this nodded and said “hey marilyn” and...
well, all this a.p. art history isn't going to do...
although i really wish it would.
i am so sick
captainhowdy:
i might not be able to do anything this weekend.
son of a bitch drfthjdrth.
NOOOOO katie! you have to come over friday! MY BIRFTDAY PARTY!
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If you had access to a time machine, where and when would be the first place you travel to?
I would travel to 2 years in the future.
If i looked good, i would just go back to now and continue my path… if it didn’t look good i would go back to freshmen year and start over.
Ask me anything
I changed my name.
I have offically decided to grow my hair out for once in my life!
So i will no longer be raeredhawk, because i won’t have a red fo-hawk anymore.
my url is now my full name rae yvonne egerton.
ask me anything. →
I smell her so strongly.
I don’t want to be that girl you need, I want to be the girl you want, and want, and want.
pupa: I don't need to wake up & find this room & you to be on fire.
raeredhawk: I don't NEED that either.
If I had a quarter every time some one asked me...
I might actually be able to afford college.
I think I'll try defying gravity.
(prepare for a rant)
I feel like a failure.
I feel stupid, not even close to being enough.
It so hard to have confidence in myself when no one else has confidence in me.
Everyone around me is getting into college, getting internships and scholarships.
People are getting help, money, chances.
My own father is trying to talk me down. Trying to convince me to not apply to colleges because he...
“I’m going to be in math class with the droolers next year.”
– raeredhawk.
no internet last night.
means i didn’t do any homework. i had a whole project, two tests, and a chapter due.
… oh well?
at least i got my room cleaned.
i took the first part of my accuplacer today, out...
arithmatic: 64
elementary algebra: 42
got to love being a failure.
to do list:
final draft of college essay
500 word statement for MECA
15-20 piece portfolio
call/e-mail MECA for specifications on portfolio
$80 for USM & UMA application fee
letter of recomendation
$40 for MECA application fee
chapter 10 test for A.P Art History
chapter 11 test for A.P Art History
chapter 11 in sketch book for A.P Art History
accuplacer test for YCCC
put $100 in my savings...
Ms. Goulet just mistook me for Martin A.
i hate my life.