Day 25 — Your day, in great detail
Day 26 — Your week, in great detail
Day 27 — This month, in great detail
Day 28 — This year, in great detail
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy

PERDÓN PERO ME CANSÉ. MUCHA PAJA LOS ULTIMOS 5.

Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy

a smile for your scrapbooks

'A journal full of quotes, of lyrics, poetry… all that jazz. When I got it, it was full of things that someone had read, of things that had helped, y’know, see through. I added my two-cents, so I guess it’s sorta collaborative now. I think you should start your own.'

I'm in love with my new project.

Day 23 — A YouTube video

te amo bden

Day 22 — A website

my latest discovery

| lockerz |

my most visited

| patd slash seek | slashatd| gabilliam | delicious | imdb | mytube | perez | teen vogue | txts frm lst night | skins la |

my websites

| my car crashed heart | brick by boring brick | forever ended today | real pain for my sham friends | my delicious |

Day 21 — A recipe

I don't really cook, so I guess this should do it.

Flaming Lamborghini

• 1 oz Kahlua
• 1 oz Sambuca
• 1 oz Blue Curacao
• 1 oz Bailey's Irish Cream

Blending Instructions:

• Pour the Sambuca and Kahlua into the Cocktail Glass and give the drinker a straw
• Pour the Baileys and Blue Curacao into two sepsrate shot glasses either side of the cocktail glass
• Set light the concotion in the cocktail glass and start to drink through the straw (this drink should be drunk in one) , as the bottom of the glass is reached put out the fire by pouring the Baileys and Blue Curacao into the cocktail glass and keep drinking till it's all gone!!

Day 20 — A hobby of yours

again, writing? i could very well put stalking here and it'd be the same as the last post. no, no, writing. my hobby is writing. & reading, too. i've got one more, but i guess it wouldn't be appropriate to put it here ;

Day 19 — A talent of yours

i want to say writing, but i'm gonna go with creeping. seriously. i'm such a good stalker that you would be surprised. i like writing better than stalking, though, so that should count for something.

sh, leave me alone

Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, writing, etc.)

i don't do that type of art. for some reason, i don't really enjoy it. so i decided to post a different type of art. i wouldn't call it a poem, but I guess it is just that.

'I often wonder if this town misses you as hard as I do. If the street lights blink out because they do not want to be seen weeping. How many cows moo miserably without you? And is it anything compared to how miserably I moo? Why won't the bowling alley close your lane? How dare johnny249 knock you out of #1 in PacMan at Stop & Shop. (I've spent over $50 and I still can't win you your spot back.)

I know, I know. There's that new kid and he'd be awesome for me. And he does have your smile. If only he wasn't always biting it into submission. You always let it commandeer your face. A walking business card for your dentist. That new kid could really take lessons from you. Like how to kiss in different languages. French, Italian, German. I remember once you were kissing me in Spanish and I was kissing you in English and somehow, in crazy Spanglish, we got to third base.

I miss you. I've gotta ask: when's it alright to be over you? And when that day finally comes, please tell me I'll start rating on a scale of 1-10 and stop rating 1-You. It's unfair.'

here's a link to the author's journal, to be respectful and all.

Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)

where do i start? yeah, i know; i'm a weeper.

| northern downpour (this version, especially / the ending, oh my) | how to save a life | goodbye my lover | beautifully | emily | first try | mr. brightside | my heart is the worst kind of weapon | she will be loved | sputter | never say never | arruinarse | behind the sea | new perspective | everything we had | one day, robots will cry | who knew | i don't love you | after the last midtown show | she had the world |


the saddest part is that there are a million extra songs that also make me cry. i'm such a crybaby.

Day 15 — A fanfic

WELCOME HOME.

just. ugh. this is harder than I thought. I can't explain the way that story made me feel. it just. wow. it broke me. it broke my heart. it killed me a bit. it's just, not the greatest i've read, not my favorite either, but it's the one that marked me.

here's my delicious w/ a lot more ff.

Day 14 — A non-fictional book

Day 13 — A fictional book


The one book that I can't keep out my mind.

Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy

Everything you can imagine is real.

Pablo Picasso

Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently

Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago

Day 09 — A photo you took

Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad

angry. sad. furious. blue. depressed. confused. upset. bitter. dejected. choleric. crashed. enraged. heartbroken. gloomy. resentful. stricken. wrathful. & so much more.

Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy

just to make things clear, HE makes me happy.

Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy

today, ladies and gentlemen, I may present to you, my latest obsession:

Day 05 — Your favorite quote

I love quotes, I love all sorts of quotes and I change favorites every day. So I'm just gonna put the first one that comes to my mind.

The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters, 1999