Yorico is the shiz.
Everything seems like Déjà vu nowadays. And it's understandable because I've been holed up in the same area for nearly a year repeating the same actions over and over again. I have a love-hate relationship with it, too. Some days it feels comforting, and others not so much (eerie and uncomfortable, really).
I went up into the attic in my house. Though, it was only because my father relayed that since we really have no ventilation up there, it felt like a sauna, and well, I really wanted to experience a sauna. So, I went up with a towel, science text book, ipod, and water bottle to drip sweat for 35 minutes. After 10 minutes I instead, get bored and decide to snoop around. The semi-sentimental objects I uncovered were; two sketch books, one featuring poorly drawn horses and the other cartoons; a bunch of nude barbie dolls, doll accessories, ballet shoes, and drum roll... a swatch of my golden blonde locks, which I sadly do not grow anymore. Ha! Now I can prove to my next boyfriend that I actually had blonde hair. XD
My brothers' talking about marriage again. He just recently got divorced to a woman he had been dating for seven years and married for one. This time an accountant who makes a decent amount of moola. Oh, and he's applying to be a fireman. "Thinking about tomorrow, instead of living for today." His thinking's changed, I wonder what else?
I re-admitted my eating disorder status to both of parents because one was being annoying and not remembering that I did have one and blaming things on things and I honestly can say that I completely regret ever opening my big mouth. I can only imagine that talking to my mother will be even more taxing than it already is; her admitting her real age already made me feel more estranged from her. Dad and I had a heart-to-heart, again. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it.
I went up into the attic in my house. Though, it was only because my father relayed that since we really have no ventilation up there, it felt like a sauna, and well, I really wanted to experience a sauna. So, I went up with a towel, science text book, ipod, and water bottle to drip sweat for 35 minutes. After 10 minutes I instead, get bored and decide to snoop around. The semi-sentimental objects I uncovered were; two sketch books, one featuring poorly drawn horses and the other cartoons; a bunch of nude barbie dolls, doll accessories, ballet shoes, and drum roll... a swatch of my golden blonde locks, which I sadly do not grow anymore. Ha! Now I can prove to my next boyfriend that I actually had blonde hair. XD
My brothers' talking about marriage again. He just recently got divorced to a woman he had been dating for seven years and married for one. This time an accountant who makes a decent amount of moola. Oh, and he's applying to be a fireman. "Thinking about tomorrow, instead of living for today." His thinking's changed, I wonder what else?
I re-admitted my eating disorder status to both of parents because one was being annoying and not remembering that I did have one and blaming things on things and I honestly can say that I completely regret ever opening my big mouth. I can only imagine that talking to my mother will be even more taxing than it already is; her admitting her real age already made me feel more estranged from her. Dad and I had a heart-to-heart, again. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it.