When the nights are so long
I never really consider the day that day until I wake up. So, as of 1am, it’ll still be Wednesday. But when I wake up at 6am, it’ll be Thursday.
My shampoo and conditioner never run out at the same time- it would be too convenient that way. I think pink is so beautiful. I always hated gold until recently; now I can’t get enough of it. I love puns.
I sometimes feel like I’m the only person in the world and then one of my best friends texts/calls me for no reason whatsoever and I’m reminded that I’m the luckiest. I think PinkBerry is the best, along with Fruitty Pebbles. I have zero trouble with reading but I have a difficulty telling time on analog clocks.
I like to smile, so my mouth is rarely in any other position. I love watermelon and strawberries. I do really great impressions and I’m pretty clumsy. I’ve never had trouble speaking in public, but I have no sense of direction.
I love straightening my hair. I’m horrible with technology. I trust people too easily and I believe that to be my biggest flaw. I’m truly afraid of drowning and death. I wish I had a constant soundtrack playing in the background. I enjoy baseball, soccer, and football more than the average girl but have a serious addiction to makeup. I prefer lilies to roses and dogs to cats. I do want a cat so that I can name it Freya, though.
It’s taken me 19 years to find who my true friends are and I’m so thankful that I’ve found them- Mavel, Cris, Kris, Jam. I really loved high school and I truly believe that I will never have as much fun as I did then. Candles are the love of my life. I enjoy Asian and African art. My ideal dinner would include Liam Hemsworth, J.K. Rowling, and William Shakespeare. I live for adventure, but I’m a bit scared of long flights. I’m living proof that the term “distance makes the heart grow fonder” is true.
I wish I didn’t procrastinate so much. I love doing puzzles. I’m a master at the hula hoop. My pet peeve is the question, “what’s your pet peeve?” I believe flowers do nothing more than litter a funeral. I lie in bed at night and wonder how F. Scott Fitzgerald was able to do what he did. My sarcastic nature upsets me sometimes. I’ve had my heart broken and I regret an entire friendship. But I’ll hypocritically admit that I probably wouldn’t change anything about my past.
Sea turtles, hot chocolate, beads, daisies, ribbon, roller skates, pressed petals, road trips, crayons, shopping bags, mascara brushes, film, love, four, Los Angeles, mint chocolate chip, Herbal Essences, earrings, coffee mugs, crimson, fortune cookies, dresses, bubble gum, umbrellas, stop signs, blankets, radio, windows down.
Moving on.