tupac cares when nobody else cares
I feel better today than yesterday. Mondays in clearwater, florida often make it hard to adjust. I miss Cambridge life though, it is so easy to adapt to endless bike rides &ice cream cones. I miss my classes too, I probably miss my classes the most- having Trudi Tate read one new short story to us a day jesus. I need to find a job, my savings account needs to go back to its former state.
My parents finished the gym in their house so I have been pretending to know how to use the pilates machine until my limbs are sore. I wish that thing had come with a dvd. I signed up for sewing lessons and will probably quit guitar lessons now that I learned how to play the beginning to stairway to heaven, that is obviously all you need to know. I am a harmonica girl myself.
I feel like going out and going dancing. Not dancing to the song "gasolina" which I guess will remain a hit in England for this year last year and every year to come.
That attractive boy from Italy is supposed to be getting in around 7 tonight but I dont feel like making new friends right now, I smell like a fucking cupcake, thanks to the mask on my face from "lush."
It's sort of going to be terrifying to move to some random big city next semester and take orders and try to sadly explain that I don't know where to put the comma. Maybe there should have been one right there, who knows? I have never lived in a big city, I mean not really. I like moving though, new beds build character. And that's the way I like it.
My parents finished the gym in their house so I have been pretending to know how to use the pilates machine until my limbs are sore. I wish that thing had come with a dvd. I signed up for sewing lessons and will probably quit guitar lessons now that I learned how to play the beginning to stairway to heaven, that is obviously all you need to know. I am a harmonica girl myself.
I feel like going out and going dancing. Not dancing to the song "gasolina" which I guess will remain a hit in England for this year last year and every year to come.
That attractive boy from Italy is supposed to be getting in around 7 tonight but I dont feel like making new friends right now, I smell like a fucking cupcake, thanks to the mask on my face from "lush."
It's sort of going to be terrifying to move to some random big city next semester and take orders and try to sadly explain that I don't know where to put the comma. Maybe there should have been one right there, who knows? I have never lived in a big city, I mean not really. I like moving though, new beds build character. And that's the way I like it.