batata!
im applying for this scholarship for, you know, the c word (not cunt, college) and i have to write this essay. one of the essay questions is describe your life in 20 years from now. i looked at that question laughed and worked on something else. meanwhile, rochelle is sitting next to me adding 17 to 20 and making my life into a time line. there were no instructions or directions in this time line but just the fact that my life for the next 20 years was written out with numbers,dashes and brackets really got to me. then she proceeds to say that once you get to 26 you blink and your 37, then you blink again and your 60. that was about the point where i got severe stomach cramps and thought i was going to vomit. im completely fucked. i have no faith in myself. im going to fail at life. awesome.
i feel like i can use the winter as an excuse to be angry. i need spring. i need the endorphins or some shit. the levels of some chemical or hormone i heard on the news need to rise. i cant stop thinking about picnics and the ba and the first day of summer last year when we went on a picnic and then everyone else went swimming in the hudson. i miss smoking with the canadian while sitting on a beach and looking at alcatraz at night. good nostalgia has been making me feel like shit recently. i start out thinking how awesome everything was in the summer and early fall and then proceed to now and want to magically transform into cher and turn back time(and maybe wear the same outfit she did in the video but never mind that).
this friday i think im going to ruin my whole looks ( all 9 of them) again and get my nose pierced, or my lip re done. if anyone wants to get pierced with me (christie and her friend) or wants to come along shout me a a holla.
i feel like i can use the winter as an excuse to be angry. i need spring. i need the endorphins or some shit. the levels of some chemical or hormone i heard on the news need to rise. i cant stop thinking about picnics and the ba and the first day of summer last year when we went on a picnic and then everyone else went swimming in the hudson. i miss smoking with the canadian while sitting on a beach and looking at alcatraz at night. good nostalgia has been making me feel like shit recently. i start out thinking how awesome everything was in the summer and early fall and then proceed to now and want to magically transform into cher and turn back time(and maybe wear the same outfit she did in the video but never mind that).
this friday i think im going to ruin my whole looks ( all 9 of them) again and get my nose pierced, or my lip re done. if anyone wants to get pierced with me (christie and her friend) or wants to come along shout me a a holla.