i'd like to watch nightmare before christmas...
so, let's see... 51 days. i guess, in one way or another, i proclaimed that i had gotten over the excitement of seemingly insignificant events. i haven't. i never will. no matter how i rant and rave, bitch and complain, or whine like a baby... i'll never lose that part of me that gets a monty python grin and feels like giggling like a 10 year old when getting excited about something. i may hate that childish and resiliant part of me, but i also embrace it because it, however crazy this sounds, keeps me grounded. on one hand i feel as though it is crazily immature and on the other i feel it is sane and logical. so maybe it is actually a balance for me... a way to keep from drifting to either one extreme or the other. i believe everyone has something similar they they refuse to let go of because it gives them the same feelings... or maybe i'm wrong. it happens. lol.
so, i get to see davina over thanksgiving. we'll get to ooh and ahh over our hair. her's is festively halloween and mine is blonde, excuse me... carmel... and brown. like poop. hahahahaha. the girl that did my hair had bright pink hair with two blonde streaks in the front. she worked it though.
ok, i don't have anything more to talk about that needs to be in here, so i suppose delaying doing more latin will have to end. sniff. this sucks.
so, i get to see davina over thanksgiving. we'll get to ooh and ahh over our hair. her's is festively halloween and mine is blonde, excuse me... carmel... and brown. like poop. hahahahaha. the girl that did my hair had bright pink hair with two blonde streaks in the front. she worked it though.
ok, i don't have anything more to talk about that needs to be in here, so i suppose delaying doing more latin will have to end. sniff. this sucks.