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

So yeah, today went by pretty fast considering I slept for most of the day after getting home from work. Yack.

I was actually hung over this morning, which I never am.

But thank you Paulie for waking me up.

Umm...Went to work with a killer headache. Then took a shower and went home and passed out on the couch.

Last night was fun though, went over to Ed's house. The girls and I were going to leave to play pool...but then a bunchhh of people showed up so we just stayed.

Pretty sure I haven't smoked and drank that much...ever?

Good time though.

Nice to see all the Akron peeps from back in the day.

Um I think that something almost happened with Steve, but I don't REALLY remember. I mean, I remember enough to know that NOTHIng actually did happen. But I think at one point I went downstairs to get some air...and the next thing I remember is talking to him. So w.e. I mean I thought he was cute before. And the last time I chilled with him was at D-rod's party. But Idk. I guess it's just too damn easy because I know for a fact that I can have him. That type of stuff begins to bore me now. Need a challenge, thanks. ;) Then there was this other dude there...Kyle. He kept asking Tara to "non-chalantly" ask me if I liked him. So she's just like "Mary, I don't mean to embarrass you, but I really didn't know how to bring it up casually in a conversation so I'm just asking you."

Ugh.
This again.

I just kinda felt like, I'm here to have fun...
But I'm high as a kite and I don't need this shit to blow my buzz. Didn't want to deal with it.

The first time I just laughed it off and went in the other room without committing to an answer.

Any kind of COMMITMENT....

Yikes.

Lol.

But she kept asking. I mean god. If I like a guy...trust me, He'll know. I'll get him or whatever. But that situation I wasn't into. Which is one of the reasons I wanted to leave...but I guess we just ended up staying.

Then on the way home I was like "Go to McDonalds, I want a Big Mac"
I was too high/drunk to even remember eating the damn thing. I just remember the taste of about 10000 pickels in my mouth. Thinking it was the grossest thing ever..looking for the pickels to take them off, but all that was there was lettuce. Which I proceeded to get all over myself and my hands. Yucki.

I can't wait for vacation. I mean even if I don't go with Matthew, which will prolly happen knowing him...I'm still gunna go. I need to get the fuck outta here for a minute. ;) Even though I love you all...Just need a break.

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