i know its really really late and i should be sleeping, but i keep having freak out moments in my head.
i also know that because this entry doesnt have pictures that most of you wont read it.
it just hit me (and i mean, like a boxer and a punching bag) that i am moving to oregon in EIGHT FREAKING DAYS . I mean, ive been walking around saying
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On a more relevant note, I am moving to San Francisco in 23 days, to go to school to become a professional make-up artist and hopefully move to NY, NY. I'm going with my boyfriend Byron, and am totally stoked, but as you said, scared as well. I really don't have a lot of money because my drug attic father kind of shot it up his nose, and my mother hasn't been abale to get the kind of moolah he was making since, not even with the addition fo a step dad. Anyway, the point of me telling you all this is I think you are brave and wonderful, and strong. So you know, I feel ya and all that jazz. It's just neat to come home and read about your life and think, Jesus..I know exactly how she's feeling.
aw shucks. I feel all lame now. But maybe you will read this and think "aww". and not "...ohkay."
<3 peace
Mel
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