Let me hear you call my name.
 Well, we meet again. I'm Alexa, but you already know that. However, you might call me Lexi, which is cool. Like me, cool that is. I make my own friendship bracelets like it's my job. But it's not. I work at a seasonal restaurant. I have an iPhone and we all know that makes me superior or something. Oh yeah, I'm like 21 or something like that. I love photography and have a Nikon D60... which I don't use. What more could you want from me? Just read. More than words.
You know you love me, too.
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Poppin' Champagne
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I don't know. My life is going in a million directions and part of me is LOVING it and the rest of me is like... "what the fuck are you doing? this isnt you." And by golly, it isnt the old me at least. The halloween party was fun... until i somehow got a little sick. Whatever. that's life and I'm sorta over it by now. But then that monday night i hung out with brian and then my friend called and started FREAKING out thinking she was pregnant, and hey, then i started freaking out even though i knew i couldn't POSSIBLY be. Kinda REALLY not possible, but does that matter to me? no. I've had like a million diseases in the past week, so besides it not being possible, im a hypo and fucking just go off my rocker every now and then.but this weekend was fun. i was running around constantly. i fucking went to the mall on friday, worked on saturday, hung out with mikey, then worked on sunday then went to mikey's again and then worked again on monday. really fun. but it was really sad when i realized that it was the last weekend at the inn. and now today i'm freaking out that my mom will find out. oh god, just kill me. please. but whatever. whatever. i'll deal with it when the time comes. but, i played my first game of beer pong on sunday. apparently i wasnt bad. |
Goodbye.
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