wow!, well i havent been on here in well more than a year,crazyness. to be honest i don't think im going to make a habit of it but check out my myspace http://www.myspace.com/eenamarie.

bye!

<3eena

MYSPACE.COM...the NEW XANGA!!...its better than this you can store more pictures...YAY...I dont really update my Xanga ever so go and check out my myspace....my name is dazedandconfused....fancy that one....

Later

eena*

this was my horoscope for today, i dono it made me think so yeah here it is if you care....

later>>

Angelina,
Communication at work can lead to discussions that may normally be avoided, but the overall results are good. You can say what's on your mind and even if it's not what others want to hear, at least the issues are brought to the surface. Part of your motivation is the feeling that time is running out. It's not. But don't let that be an excuse to hold onto suppressed feelings. Getting your feelings out into the open will lead to a more relaxed environment in the days ahead.

I got this off of this really random website its really funny and i have to agree with it, minus teh fucking the indian thing..anywho..later

Alright, I haven’t done this in a while, so I guess I’ll do it now. It’s now time for *insert cheesy echoing effect here* RANDOM RAMBLINGS OF THE WEEK... Week...week... (cheap echo)

I don’t know what it is about butter in tubs that pisses me off so much, but they seem to lose all of their appeal if they are not a stick. There is something very erotic about unwrapping a stick of butter and putting it on a butter dish... getting your hands all buttery and having to lick your fingers clean. Maybe it’s the way the tubs of butter look like inside... it confuses me because it looks like the butter came from an ice-cream fountain or slurpee machine. It’s very confusing and ruins the nostalgia that I feel every time I use a stick of butter. Besides, it doesn’t have the same flavor as the butter dish has, having three or more prior sticks of butter-residue in the dish mixing with the new butter... plus the occassional crumbs of burnt toast scrapings of early morning breakfast from the day before. I miss my sticks of butter... I feel the need to dump all of my tubs of butter and replace them with old-school "Land-O-Lakes" goodness...
Besides, I’d fuck that Indian chick... wouldn’t you?

That’s enough.

Peace.

crazyness this thing called high school....not so much a noun these days as an adjective..."thats so highschool"....why does it have to be like that?...do people just evolve that way, i don't know it makes me insane...

I had a shitty night lastnight...though im sure most of you have heard the story, i went through a night of insults from my dads mom...it sucks..its left me really sad and i have a feeling im gonna be this way for a couple days...its hard to get over that,specially when your family does it...blehhh

I took my senior pictures on saturday...it was so strange..i feel so old now...72 days until im 18...after that we went to the HOOKA!...friggin awesome...we we're there from like hmmmm 9:30-10:30....iono something like that...(im saying that because a certain persons parents reads our crap and because she wasnt allowed out past nine im just prooving to her parent that she wasnt there)....anywho...

im off now i spose...

later