Come on chemicals
Maybe this is me talking, maybe it's the espresso talking, but I'm absolutely in love with life. With the stress, with the embarassment (ok... I got walked in on in the bathroom today), with the inappropriate (often racist) jokes told by everyone in newspaper, with the dancing, with the almost dying (driving in a car with Ryan), with the windy walks with Daisy, with the occasional empty feeling, with the late night work-outs. It's so goddamn perfect. And I'm happy (!) that I'm not that (for lack of a better word) intelligent, and that I can live in the moment, even if it means making ... bad (driving) decisions... You know, actually looking for the needle in the curtain? Haha, anybody read some Stanislaviski? As... typical... as it is, high school really has taught me so much about myself. What I value. And how hot I find a guy in a makeup, tights, and blue boots. Mmm mm, break me off a piece of that. Ok, jk about the kit-kat reference. Anyways, I have a lesson tommorow morning that I'm so not ready for... so gonna get on that.