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Something that I've realized. I spend quite a significant amount of time trying not to think about things. Like, my life is just a series of blocking out unwanted thoughts. I'm going to list them all, even though this is a direct contradiction to my previous pattern of not acknowledging them at all.
I'm trying not to think about getting my senior "drapes" picture done on Friday. Ugh. I'm hideously pale, I have a few red spots on the tops of my shoulders, and I just know that my hair won't be cooperative. To top it all off, every senior girl is getting the exact same picture done... which means that you'll be able to compare my ugly "drapes" photo with the head cheerleader's. Darn, darn, triple darn.
I'm trying not to think about getting the very last Harry Potter book because that's just the saddest thing in the world to think about. The last one? Ever? My heart aches! And though I'll be going to the midnight book release, I won't be able to properly read the blessed book for at least a week because I'll be going on the youth group trip. Which brings me to another thing I'm trying not to think about.
The youth group trip. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. Why did I sign up for it? Why? I hate white-water rafting. It isn't fun. It's boring. I hate the outdoors. I hate go-karts. I hate hate hate all of it! And the only people that I will even talk to is Courtney-and-Josh. I don't like anyone else in my youth group. And all the girls that are going are tan blonde bombshells and I'm just pale, brunette and a dud. Ughh. I'm dreading it.
Sigh. I'm trying not to think about my last high school year with all of my friends who I probably won't see again when we go to college. I'm trying not to think about how I wish my friends and I were more like this. And then I'm trying not to think about how pathetic I am for having to even having to block out so many things. I can't talk to anyone about it. Everytime I try, whoever they are says, "Wait. You aren't excited about *insert topic*?? But it's going to be super fun!!!"
Gag me.
On a different note. Does anyone have/know where I can get some quality redheaded Kirsten Dunst icons? A metaphoric kiss from me if you do!
I'm trying not to think about getting my senior "drapes" picture done on Friday. Ugh. I'm hideously pale, I have a few red spots on the tops of my shoulders, and I just know that my hair won't be cooperative. To top it all off, every senior girl is getting the exact same picture done... which means that you'll be able to compare my ugly "drapes" photo with the head cheerleader's. Darn, darn, triple darn.
I'm trying not to think about getting the very last Harry Potter book because that's just the saddest thing in the world to think about. The last one? Ever? My heart aches! And though I'll be going to the midnight book release, I won't be able to properly read the blessed book for at least a week because I'll be going on the youth group trip. Which brings me to another thing I'm trying not to think about.
The youth group trip. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. Why did I sign up for it? Why? I hate white-water rafting. It isn't fun. It's boring. I hate the outdoors. I hate go-karts. I hate hate hate all of it! And the only people that I will even talk to is Courtney-and-Josh. I don't like anyone else in my youth group. And all the girls that are going are tan blonde bombshells and I'm just pale, brunette and a dud. Ughh. I'm dreading it.
Sigh. I'm trying not to think about my last high school year with all of my friends who I probably won't see again when we go to college. I'm trying not to think about how I wish my friends and I were more like this. And then I'm trying not to think about how pathetic I am for having to even having to block out so many things. I can't talk to anyone about it. Everytime I try, whoever they are says, "Wait. You aren't excited about *insert topic*?? But it's going to be super fun!!!"
Gag me.
On a different note. Does anyone have/know where I can get some quality redheaded Kirsten Dunst icons? A metaphoric kiss from me if you do!