SMOKE
It is wildfire season in Southern California, and I can tell. Fires are common at this time of year, but these few are especially raging. Our entire house smells like soot, and I cannot walk anywhere without being attacked by small particles of ash. My mother and I drove up the PCH today and turned around because a thick gray smoke had descended eerily over both land and sea. On the up side, work is cancelled tomorrow.
This thing has become such a redundant piece of cyberspace: I wouldn't be posting at all if I weren't bored and wanting to generally express my hatred of forest fires (Smokey the Bear - only YOU can prevent). Summing up my life is pointless because no one reads this except the people who already know. But I refuse to break two months of silence with two paragraphs.
I am 21 and LEGAL and celebrated this legality very inappropriately in Vegas.
School is owning my life.
I am big pimping, kind of, but not as interested as I could be. I think the key to playing the field is seeming like you don't care, and the key to seeming like you don't care is...actually not caring. It never, never works if you are pretending. And that is a crying shame because I have more combined male attention right now than I have ever had in my whole entire life, and I care naught for it except to have short and raunchy trysts and then go back to ignoring said suitors. I have had a pervasive crush on a certain vague acquaintance of mine for the past month, and have fallen out of it in the past 24 hours because he is now exhibiting interest. This could be fun if I felt like abusing it, but I don't. Get the Rabbit, girls. It breeds independence.
I HAVE A CAR.
I kind of felt like that deserved more space than it received.
How are you, dear void?
This thing has become such a redundant piece of cyberspace: I wouldn't be posting at all if I weren't bored and wanting to generally express my hatred of forest fires (Smokey the Bear - only YOU can prevent). Summing up my life is pointless because no one reads this except the people who already know. But I refuse to break two months of silence with two paragraphs.
I am 21 and LEGAL and celebrated this legality very inappropriately in Vegas.
School is owning my life.
I am big pimping, kind of, but not as interested as I could be. I think the key to playing the field is seeming like you don't care, and the key to seeming like you don't care is...actually not caring. It never, never works if you are pretending. And that is a crying shame because I have more combined male attention right now than I have ever had in my whole entire life, and I care naught for it except to have short and raunchy trysts and then go back to ignoring said suitors. I have had a pervasive crush on a certain vague acquaintance of mine for the past month, and have fallen out of it in the past 24 hours because he is now exhibiting interest. This could be fun if I felt like abusing it, but I don't. Get the Rabbit, girls. It breeds independence.
I HAVE A CAR.
I kind of felt like that deserved more space than it received.
How are you, dear void?