Sunday, February 13, 2011

I met her at a truck stop outside dallas 
she had white lilies in her hair 
she was dancing with a preacher
to a song in A minor
I'll never forget that smile
smile because i cant take this broken look in your eyes any more. it's killing me to see the life slowly drain from your smile. i just want to hear that soft little laugh and see the dimples on your cheeks because that's the girl i know. 

i know they say you can't go home again
i just had to come back one last time
ma'am, i know you don't know me from adam
but these hand prints on the front steps are mine

up those stairs in that little back bedroom
is where i did my homework and learned how to play the guitar
and i bet you didn't know that under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

i thought if i could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing
out here its like i'm someone else
i thought that maybe i could find myself.

if i could just come in, i swear i'll leave
won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me

mama cut out pictures of houses for years
from "better homes and garden" magazine
plans were drawn and concrete poured
and nail by nail and board by board
daddy gave life to mama's dream

 i thought it i could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing
out here it's like i'm someone else
i thought that maybe i could find myself

if i could just come in, i swear i'll leave
won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me

you leave home, you move on
and you do the best you can
i got lost in this whole world
and forgot who i am

i thought if i could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing
out here it's like i'm someone else 
i thought that maybe i could find myself

if i could walk around, i swear i'll leave
won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me




please just shut up and eat a freakin cupcake. 
i got the Iphone 4 for Verizon and i must say... i love it!!! it is such a fun toy hahha i love the fact that you can have your phone, texting, email, internet, games, random apps, GPS, camera, etc etc etc all in one. it is so nice hahaha so if you are thinking about getting it... DO IT! it is amazing
all i've got left are these handfuls of fuck you.

kiss me.

i like it when you're sinful. i like it when you're wishful. i like when you get a little bit wild. i like it when you're crazy. i like that deadly little smile that spreads across your face i like the thrill of the chase.
sorry if i'm not being funny right now. sometimes i get tired of always being so mean and sarcastic about everything.... tell me if you would really like me to go back to being "funny" because i'll work on it for ya, but sometimes i like being a little serious

Friday, February 11, 2011


the night we walked every pavement in New York City

i have my loves, i have my doubts, i don't need this
We made a potato launcher in chemistry today. We took a picture of a guy Langlang didn't like from a football team and we shot chunks of potatps at it. We were learning about pressure so we made a potato launcher to demonstrate what happens with pressure. It was all good until people started launching potatoes at the ceiling and at the christian club posters on the door and at the girls working at the lab station by the door. We ended up walking out of class all covered in potato juice and laughing about who shot the potato and hit the football player he didn't like in the face with a huge chunk of potato haha normal day in 3rd period chemistry

I hate people who suck at driving its just scary watching them I mean really I owner how some of these people got their drivers licenses and how they Re still alive and havent killed anyone yet

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


valentine's day
what the hell is it. it's a day that revolves around love and flowers and candy hearts and chocolates.  it's when guys do cheesy things for their girlfriends and when everyone runs around holding hands and kissing. unless you are single. then it is literally the one day of the year when everyone feels like shit if they dont have a "special someone" where you dont want to see all the little heart shaped candies and the flowers and hear all the romantic date plans. personally. i am not looking forward to valentine's day this year. i'm not really looking forward to being alone on a day where you are supposed to be loving someone.

perfect strangers when we meet. strangers on the street. lovers while we sleep

this lipstick is mine
~ Always Anna ~



someday i'll find a way back into your arms. someday i'll find a way to get back to you. someday i'll find a way to make you see all the love we shared. someday i'll make you smile again. someday i'll wander back into your life and kiss you until the sun comes up.

let me see the light in your eyes
isnt it amazing how little girls grow up so fast?

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

I hate the stupid freshman who sit in the back Of classrooms and bitch about how they had such a "hard" weekend and stuff I really just want to slap them and then they proceed to make kissy faces while they take Pictures of themselves so hot. Yum

Monday, February 7, 2011

"so i'm in a museum and there's a punch bowl from 1765 with a picture of 3 men forcing the 4th to drink the punch bowl. colonial hazing."

when you're dreaming with a broken heart. the waking up is the hardest part. roll out of bed and down on your knees. and for a moment you can hardly breathe.
thank you for breaking my heart. thank you for walking all over me when i'm falling apart. thanks for reminding me of the memories we had. thank you for tearing me apart. thank you for watching as i begin to lose my heart.
tell me what you really see every time you look at me because i am beginning to wonder what i ever meant to you. please don't make me that girl... please don't make me the girl that everyone knows that you didn't really love. please don't make me see that you never really loved me. tell me why you said those things. tell me why i gave you everything i've got. tell me why you walked out and told me to wait for you and while i waited you moved on. tell me why you do these things to me because i am beginning to lose to a broken heart. i'm beginning to wonder and i'm falling apart. 

"one date. that's all it took. i want to have him genius babies in me. one date."

flirt |flərt|verb[ intrans. behave as though attracted to or trying to attractsomeone, but for amusement rather than with seriousintentions it amused him to flirt with her.• ( flirt with) experiment with or show a superficial interest in (an idea, activity, or movement) without committing oneself to it seriously a painter who had flirted briefly with Cubism.• ( flirt with) deliberately expose oneself to (danger or difficulty) the need of some individuals to flirt with death.[ trans. (of a bird) wave or open and shut (its wings or tail) with a quick flicking motion.• [ intrans. move back and forth with a flicking or fluttering motion the lark was flirting around the site.nouna person who habitually flirts.DERIVATIVESflirtation |-ˈtā sh ən| nounflirtatious |-ˈtā sh əs| adjectiveflirtatiously |-ˈtā sh əslē| adverbflirtatiousness |-ˈtā sh əsnəs| nounflirt( flirtier flirtiest ).ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: apparently symbolic, the elements fl-and -irt both suggesting sudden movement; compare with flickand spurt . The original verb senses were [give someone a sharp blow] and [sneer at] ; the earliest noun senses were [joke, gibe]and [flighty girl] (defined by Dr. Johnson as [a pert young hussey] ), with a notion originally of cheeky behavior, later of playfully amorous behavior.

imbecile–noun
a person of the second order in a former classification of mental retardation, above the level of idiocy, having a mental age of seven or eight years and an intelligence quotient of 25 to 50.

this is real. this is who i am. this is beauty. this is grace. this is real. this is me.

i hate cats. but kitties make everything better <3
i love when people think they have the cutest baby in the world and you just want to scream YOUR BABY IS UGLY but you couldn't do that because it would be mean, right? i mean, if someone honestly has a really ugly baby wouldn't it be wrong to lie and say it was cute?

i love cookiesssssss ;)

Sunday, February 6, 2011


so you're telling me that you want something real? the problem is that you don't know what "real" is.
it's amazing how something that you are so looking forward to can get ruined so easily. how people you thought you know became people you knew. it's amazing how someone can do something so stupid and not even apologize for ruining everything. its amazing how easy it is to make mistakes and the consequences that follow. its amazing when you see who people truly are, and how they are not the people you thought they were. it's amazing how someone can betray your trust in only a few short moments, how a few seconds can break your heart, how something that happens in such a short amount of time can cause you so much pain. its amazing how easy it is to lose someone you love.

i could be giving you love, but you're not around

i needed this picture last night.

i change shapes just to hide in this place, but i'm still, i'm still an animal

Saturday, February 5, 2011



Batman doesn't get picked on and he wears a cape....a cape is just a poncho that goes all the way around....

the late nights the water fights the midnight pizza runs and playing ping pong until 2 A.M. the shopping sprees the victorias secret bikinis the chronic tacos starbucks drive thrus with cute guys at the window who talk to you about how the thingie you put in the top of your coffee so it wont spill is called a splash stick and how there is a mermaid on it the jacuzzi seshes the study parties laughing until you cry or when someone tickles you so hard you wanna die the gates and the dates and our so called "fate" the basketball games and freezing standing at football games screaming as they run the ball down the field the corkys and wing stop nights and blasting music while stuck at stop lights playing lets get it on and livin la vida loca in the parking lot driving super slow the walks and the talks and the times we stayed up on the phone and cried the boy talks and the cakes you get because you got grounded and your friend wants to make you feel better the princess balloons and the pictures that you could never delete the pretend birthdays at cheesecake factory and trying on every single thing in your closet just because the power walks the gym floor discussions the times we laughed until we almost peed our pants the orbit gum the taco bell runs at 11 PM ferris wheel rides and going to see movies like harry potter just because the justin beiber and twilight haters the acrylics and hot cheetos and the pink nail polish called shrimply devine dressing up for the hell of it and being able to call this life mine

thank you for being beautiful


summer time breeze. cloudless blue skies. windows down. hair blowing in the breeze. music blasting. listening to the beat. driving too fast down the Blvd. palm trees. big open seas. living the life. welcome to paradise.

sometimes you've gotta do what you gotta do. sometimes you've gotta say what you've gotta say. but never give up on your morals. never give up on your values. never give up on your voice. because that's when you lose yourself. 
im making cupcakes for my birthday party.....

what you will need:
2 large bags of skittles
80 disposable little champagne glasses
cupcakes
frosting
feathers
picks (like martinin picks)
food coloring
pink sprinkle glitter stuff

take the champagne glasses and fill the bottom with skittles (all of the same color) then take the cupcake and put it on top that that and then the icing- died with the food coloring- and frost the top of the cupcake then sprinkle pink sugar glitter on top with a skewer with a feather hot glued on the end. haha YESSSS
sorry i havent been blogging a lot lately. i was super stressed with finals and now i'm done. thank god. i hate sitting in a room taking 200 question tests that are supposed to measure how much we learned during the semester. the studying. the 3x5 index cards and worn down pencil erasers with little pink shavings all over your desk from erasing so much. worried that you aren't going to get the grade you want. for a whole week. stressing over every little detail. so sorry i wasn't blogging im back <3

16 years young. i am still a baby. always the baby of the group. so i can officially date. i can go do things i could't do yesterday. there is more trust. i can get my license. i am a "big girl but im still a kid

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

language of william shakespeare


okay, you have no idea..... the insults in some of shakespeare's writing are pretty good. when you thinking about it. and some of them make no sense. so i am going to share a few hehe that way the next time someone insults you you can yell at them in shakespearean ;)

you frothy, earth-vexing, bugbear!
she is a saucy, rump-fed, plume-plucked, moldwarp
he is such a rank, spongy, errant, sheep-biting, measle!
she is just a roguish, surly, forward, cockered, crook-pated, gudgeon
you warped, vain, tottering nut hook.

finals. week.

finals week. i'm killing myself here. sorry i havent been blogging <3 i swear i'm not dead i've just been studying non stop. i think that my brain is like jello now.... but i was talking to evan and he said its easy to put things in jello so i decided its more like a rock. its just frozen. it cant absorb anything else and it could crack at any second. wow i can't wait for this to be over. and for the weekend. on friday im going to be 16.