Hello. I am Mary. Welcome to my Blog. (not journal) If you don't like what I have to say, then leave. I'm sorry if I offend you, I write a lot of this shit when I'm mad... So I prolly dont REALLY mean it. I say what I mean. I say what I don't mean. I'm not always nice. I'm human.

I always wear my bracelett from Las Vegas.
I'm obsessed with my dog. <333
I care about you more than you think.
Everyone hates my ringtone because it's always going off.
But I love it.

I love my backpack more than anything <3
I stay up all night and wake sometime during the afternoon.
I get bored easy....VERY EASY
I go through guys like seasons because generally speaking- they can't entertain me long enough.
I do not wanna be tied down just yet.
I know a lot of random facts...and how to do a lot of random things.
I crip walk.
I am very good at teaching people how to do "stuff" ;)
I'm shy.
I HATE eskimo boots with a fiery passion.
It's impossible for a guy to threaten me with mentioning another girl.
Sorry, I just don't care.

I think, a lot.
I paint, I draw.

I have no secrets.
Okay, maybe a few. ;)

I have a knack for getting Pink Eye.
I snowboard.
I dance.
I'm very open minded.
I love sex.

I'm very blunt & Brutally honest. Some people can't handle that...
But if you appreciate the truth. You'll appreciate me. :)

I hate when people can't spell...like, at all.

I will do just about anything if it makes someone I care about laugh.

I don't like boys.
Don't tell me you know more about Tupac or Biggie than me.
Because you don't and I'll just make you look stupid in front of everyone.
I'm finally leaving Buffalo.


I really DON'T CARE what you think if you don't know me well... or if I don't like you.

Chances are you think you know...But you don't.

I'm fiesty.
I'm badass.
Don't fuck with me or people I care about.
I will make you pay for it if you do.
I smile...a lot.
I throw up gang signs.
I'm a G. ;)
I shop like it's my job.
I'll prolly lie to you if you ask me how many people I've slept with.



Yes, I drink.
Yes, I smoke.
Fuck you, Judge me.

I have a lot of health problems.
But I don't care.
I overthink everything...
EVERYTHING.
I believe in second chances.
I'm too hard to define because I'm changing with every day.
My shampoo is SEX
I'm too sensitive...
but I'm working on that.


I don't find manwhores attractive...at all.

I work hard in school.
I party hard.
I won't tell you I care about you unless I mean it.
You'll know if you're a special person to me.
If I hooked up with a guy you like, and you try to give me shit about it.
You might wanna think twice. I'll do it again, just to spite you. ;)
I bartend.
I can manipulate myself into caring about someone.
I can manipulate my memory into almost forgetting everything about someone and detaching any kind of feeling associated with them.

I love the beach.
I love seeing you smile.
I kinda love snuggling.
I bite ;) sorry.
I people watch..LIKe CrAzY.
I'm far from a whore.
I HATE cheese.
If you call me out on something, I might deny it.
I don't like fighting.
I'm curious.
I don't believe in regrets.
I want to change the world as much as possible.
I love snow.
I don't care if you don't.

832- we's rockstars.


If you think I want to fuck you,

Chances are... I don't.


I have amazing/diverse taste in music.
And someone you know prolly has a cd I put together.
I don't care if you play football, or if you drive a nice car or if you have a huge dick.
I've seen it all.

Try to impress me.

I fall hard ;)
Although, I hardly ever fall.
I miss Rob.
I miss "her" too.
My car smells orgasmic.
and it's got the coolest hangy things on the antenna.
I go to UB.
But not for long. :))
I have blue eyes
I have cancer, it sucks. And it's made me grow up really fast.
I don't like telling people the same thing twice. Learn to listen

I show respect for others until they give me a reason not to.
I love to drink juice.








"Yeah, A-town's finest
I'm the top notch glammour chick
Tell me, If I throw it at you baby... can you handle it??"




I'm getting sick of talkin about myself.
Just ask ;)
I'm pretttyyy much an open book, so anything goes. :D

I’ve decided that sleeping gets in the way of everything. If it wasn’t for sleep I could party till like 3am...Then start the sobering up and study process until 8am (when my first class starts)
I mean, UB libraries are open 24 hours. I didn’t even know that until I asked the Asian next to me.

That’s the way to live…

Whenever in doubt…Ask an Asian.

But yeah...Maybe I should start doing speed. Then I’d never need to sleep.

Food for thought anyways.

Today was boring as shit…Woke up, went to school, then studied in the library for a few hours…Went to my Early Modern Thought and Culture class. Watched a movie. Then hung out with Nicole forever. I watched her eat lunch (lol, I still have no appetite) then we went up to Shus!!! Talked to those guys for awhile…

Then I came home. Took a shower, off to Starbucks…Then went to the gym. Got Charles some coffee…Then back to the gym.

Tonight Carl asked me if I wanted to take his Jag for the night. He waved his keys in front of me then said that he would be willing to make a trade. Ha, I WONDER what that meant. No, not really. I know exactly what he meant. For those of you that don’t know. Carl is this crazy guy at my gym. He’s gotten shot at least 3x, been in federal prison twice, and used to be in the Colombian Cartel and I think the Mafia at one point as well. The FBI still follows him and he pretty much does nothing all day because he already has so much money. He’s a crazy fucker. But fun to talk to.

I just told him that I was done with Italians. Then he said something about them being good in bed.

Hahah, I definitely can’t argue with that.

I’ve decided Italians would make good pets. I mean, because you can’t have a relationship with them…Wandering fucks. They get bored too easy. But as far as sex…sign me up.

Sex slaves…only things those damn Italians are good for.  Just kidding.

Anyways, then I came back to UB for Shus. And then I went to the library to study for a few more hours.

I’m gunna study here until like…10ish then call Matthew (peach) up to see if he is coming with me tonight.

PS (there is this really creepy old guy at the computer across from me…he keeps smiling at me. Like, clearly… blatantly….staring at me. And he’s missing teeth…ew. What a scary fuck. I hope he is just trying to figure out the design on my shirt…If only I was that lucky!)

If he keeps doing it…I’m going to be like, “is there some reason you are staring at me?”

I hope he just says,

“No my dear, I just want to eat you later tonight and I’m printing some recipes offline so I can cook your flesh to perfection. YUM”



That would be fun. I’ve never been killed before.

Much less cooked.

Did I mention he has those really big glasses that are magnified times 1000000.???

Anyways, I’m going to the Kean’s tonight.
I thought it would be odd, so I told Jon I was going in case he wanted to bail. And I called Trev and asked him if it was a good idea. He encouraged it…so what the hell. I’m there.

Time to study for espanol. I’m out.

PS…if you guys don’t hear from me, and I don’t show up at Trev’s…Then this guy REALLY DID EAT ME.

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