Hi Hoe Cherry-O

Sat, 12 May 2007 01:23:52 GMT

i haven't used this thing in AGES.

im really sickkkk

and school is almost over

and i promise promise promise i shall have a scavie hunt list done by the end of may. or beginning of june.

my last final is tomarrow.

anddddd

i love hot hot heat.

but everytime i listen to them i cant get someone off my mind.

awkward.

well.

thats it.

kay bye.

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 08:56:44 GMT

Well. things really couldnt be better.
i am loving life. and ive been so happy
i havent felt like this since before matt.
when i was ALWAYS happy.
hanging out with tawny has made me learn to appreciate people more.
that girl is so amazing and smart.
im so glad shes one of my best friends.
but all my other besties dont get home till my birthday
makes me sad i wish i could see them more.
thursday is my birthday everyone
and im having a scavenger hunt that weekend.
so tell me if u wanna go.

love you all

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 22:13:02 GMT

Nate just left a dozen roses
at my front door
<b>for no reason!</b>

woowwwwww

i cant stop smiling.

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 02:43:15 GMT

so, i think it's about time i updated people on life.
i have been going through a lot of change
and i have to say, i like what i am becoming and what i have now.
i realize its okay for me to get upset, and be more dimensional.
i am hanging out with people i love, and trust.
i couldnt really ask for better friends. they know who they are.
one in particularbr /> hint-- they are in my "square"
love you dollface.
and i have a new boyfriend.
some of you have already had the pleasure of meeting him.
Nate

i have someone: who doesnt mind kissing me in front of his friends,
introducing me as his girlfriend,
holding my hand, just going near just to be near me, defending me(even if it's people i know joking around),
someone who calls me just to say or goodnight.
who will argue with me in a playful way,
likes me even though im weird as fuck.
or will protect me from the spiders hanging out on the roof.
or will tickle me just to cheer me up.
or sometimes he'd rather just give me a hug goodnight because he says i dont hug him enough. i
m just really lucky to have met him.

lets just hope that this doesnt turn into another matt situation.
thats why im holding back on him.
so ya.

but other than that happy thanksgiving

and i love all my friends dearly
im so glad everyone is home.

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 09:00:12 GMT

So i've hit a self realization point
i hate what ive become since last year
it sickens me- to look back and see how much ive changed
and not for the good either.
my life has become boring.
everyday- the same thing.
wakeup.shower.work.
cigarette.home.homework.
cigarette.volleyball.cigarette.class.
cigarette.
cigarette.home.myspace.sleep.
i hate the fact that i've become a bigger flake, and this time i have reasons.
i cant keep promises.
life for me has become this tedious task of just living.. but not really living.
i hate the fact that i smoke now just to feel good, or at least to feel something.
makes sure that im real,and still living.
i cant get a grip on this growing up thing.
its not my style.
and the sad part is that- im boring
i want my old life back
where i was always at a constant state of happiness.
this whole "this is the real world sweetheart" makes me hate things even more.
i hate the fact that ive become so judemental
i hate the fact that i dont even care about anything anymore
i hate the fact that i have to listen to voicemails just to keep myself updated on my best friends life.
and it sucks because she is having more fun than me.
going to college was supposed to be fun
i've barely made friends, but i guess its because of my lack of trying.
i havent even bothered to actually hang out with anyone since Nicole left.
i guess this is growing up.
life isnt all fun and games, nor will it ever be, at least it seems.
i miss ... my old life.

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 09:02:17 GMT

uhm
FUCKKKKKKK
jess is the only one that kinda knows whats going on.
i have to update her too.
i love you jess

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 18:53:21 GMT

fuckkkkkkkk
i hate goodbyes

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 08:17:10 GMT

i swear the wierdest shit happens to me!

ijust got asked to be in a 3some

with some couple i just metttt

AWKWARDDDD

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 09:00:27 GMT

ya tess owns: ARE U SHITTING ME I JUST LEFT U A FATTY COMMENT AND MYSPACE IS DOWN AGAIN!
ya tess owns: its ok it went
ya tess owns: i made sure
NJLSJS: lol!
ya tess owns: because i was gunna hunt down tom and kill him then take over myspace
ya tess owns: id be so popular
NJLSJS: lol!!!
ya tess owns: what if someone actually killed tom
ya tess owns: do u think itd be on the news and stuff
ya tess owns: like
NJLSJS: lol. it would be like a national holiday
ya tess owns: tonights top story tila tequila kills tom from myspace
ya tess owns: new myspace leader needed
NJLSJS: like presidents dayu
NJLSJS: lol rebellion!!
ya tess owns: hahahaha like they run elections for president of myspace
ya tess owns: id totally run for it
ya tess owns: because we all know that more people listen to the president of myspace than the president of our country
NJLSJS: lolololol so true
ya tess owns: you can be my ambassador for chicago
NJLSJS: lol. yessss.
ya tess owns: run shit over there regulate
ya tess owns: i pledge alegence to the flag of the myspace of america and the extended netowrkfor which it comments one nation under tom indivisable with picture comments for all
NJLSJS: lol. woooooooow.
NJLSJS: wow, tess, holy shit.
a tess owns: i think that was perhaps the funniest thing i could ever have sed in the history of my life

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 01:29:44 GMT

im so glad that i have my best friend nicole jean leonard

but there are a lot of things that have got my mind ..... wondering?
i mean there alot of thingsi want to say openly but i know it would just be awkward
i think i am becoming more happy with my life
but i know i am going to be torn apart when nicole leaves
it just sucks
sometimes people confuse with their songs
i wanna say so much
but it wont come out
does that work?

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 07:58:41 GMT

so there is like no one online right now
i need to talk to someone
someone who has truly known me since last summer
i have so many questions to ask
and that need to be answered
i mean sterling and i had a long talk
and he really got me thinking
i dunno
sometimes people can be really deep without meaning to be

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 19:04:31 GMT

HAPPYBIRTHDAY KATI

I LOVE YOUR GUTS LIKE NO OTHER

AND FOR THOSE WHO DIDNT KNOW
I GOT MY NIPPLES PIERCED

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 18:17:04 GMT

im obsessed with kati!!!!!
and nicole
and haylei
and nicole
and mindy
and marisa
and inbal
and emma
and brosh
and megan
and jaime
and viebs
and erik
and ilysse
but mostly kati
she makes me smillleee

Thu, 11 May 2006 23:45:49 GMT

when i find out whoever called my house and talking to my dad

you are dead

its none of your business how i lose my weight

i dont do drugs ok?!!?!?!

goddamnit

its none of your business how i lose weight

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 06:20:03 GMT

CFH

HAHAHA I LOVE HAYLEI

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 07:15:06 GMT

hello. my name is haylei n i represent the "even emos need love" foundation. today i am here to offer you a great deal.
not only do we specialize in selling/ renting emos... we now have our very own emo on crack.
see for yourself.

isnt she cute guys?
how can u resist.

if you message me within the next 20 minutes you can purchase this one of a kind emo for only 4 dollars and 12 cents. OR!!!!! u can rent her for a mere 82 cents an hour.

trust me... even ONE hour alone with this emo is worth a whole lot more than that. so..
message me now.

if she aint ur type.. ur crazy... n if ur crazy we will have more emos for sale comming soon.

Thu, 13 Apr 2006 21:07:27 GMT

	You are a Slutcom 2, also known as the a lil' sleazy level of slutcom. You hook up with people on a semi-regular basis. You may hook up with random people sometimes, especially in a drunken stupor. How far you go will vary widely, but the options are more open and based on the heat of the moment. You hook up more than average, but that's OK.
Take the slutcom litmus test! The slutcom litmus test originated in A Word of Advice.

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 19:46:47 GMT

fuck i love spring break

may the crunk force be with you

hahaha

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 06:46:21 GMT

jason sharp really made me feel better tonight
<3
"Tess... you're a masterpiece waiting to be discoverd"
I'm serious though tess...
: Think about it... think about who you are and who you could be... think about the fact that your life is not something to be apathetic about but passionate and intentional and inspired to discover, embrace, and become.
: You are a masterpiece tess
WHY tess. do you not understand that you've been divinely created to be JUST as much of a masterpiece that I am designed to be?
no one was ever supposed to be a mere man.

that made me feel so much better about life

new STUPID hair

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 06:18:44 GMT

yeah im lame i know

but you still love me

you have to<3

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 20:32:45 GMT

i cant understand why i laugh so hard at my face

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 06:34:40 GMT

you're so stupid
but im still hopeful

hiii
i love my friends
<333

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 02:35:12 GMT

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.

This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.

This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.

This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.

This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the rite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk pass out in their bed phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt.

This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses, because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.

This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.

This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.

This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, and given your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because there in lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.

Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug.

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 07:50:40 GMT

what
the
fuck
matt?

honestly.

FallenAngeL 1823: ALL MATTS ARE WHORES

so i am obsessed with this song...
" Is that what u call a getaway?
tell me what u got away with
cuz ive seen more spine in jelly fish
ive seen more guts in an eleven year old kid.
so have another drink and drive yourself home,
i hope theres ice on all the roads,
so u can think of me when u forget your seat belt
and again when your head goes thru the windshield"
- Brand New,Seventy times seven

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 19:30:54 GMT

FUCK I LOVE MY LIFE
Hellow!!This is Shohei.(*^-^*)/
I saw your HP.Thank you for your use us picture!!
sorry,English is my weak point and I will have many
mistakes(;_;)
But How do you do,Tess!!