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You know you're a big girl when getting your period makes your day instead of breaking it. Seriously, I was stoked. We used a condom but there was still fooling around that made me nervous. And it was late, too, I think, I don't fucking know, I don't keep track because I can always tell when it's coming. I'm very ~in-tune~ with my body. And yesterday I had atrocious PMS too so I suspected as much. No but it was late and I think it was just stress because my lifestyle has done a COMPLETE 180 THIS LAST MONTH, JESUS. And I'm doing all of my PMS-y activities now because I didn't have time to do them this weekend when I was actually PMSing. Either that or I was so happy that PMS didn't even affect me to the point where I had to clean and do laundry and shower and exfoliate and do my nails and wax my eyebrows. Standard. Also I bought a fuck ton of chocolate because it's all hitting me at once and oh my god, internal dramaz galore. Although I can't tell if it's actually hormonal overreaction or if all of this horrible shit happening all at once is LEGIT and I'd be freaking out even if I WASN'T hormonally screwed, you know? I feel like I would be. IDK. Like, when it rains, it fucking pours, though.
I had a dream last night, that I was outside and it was raining. I was with two people, a guy and a girl, they're faceless to me. I mean, they had faces in the dream but I don't know who they are. So we're walking outside in the city, in the rain, and we find a dark green waterslide, except it's not very big and it's not even a straight slide, it's just this random pool thing that moves in circles. So we get in, and we get to a part that has a lot of bumps on the bottom, sticking way up like rounded cones. I get pushed totally off of the slide, and they yell at me for it even though it was their fault. We got on the ground and one of our actors, Tom, he just hugged me and he was so nice and when I woke up I realized it was totally in line with this production and how some people tell me to do stuff and then other people yell at me for it. And then I was outside of some bunk, but I couldn't get in. There were two guards and someone was distracting them with a tutu and striped tights. There was an outside booth, with a light and black telephone. I got on it and I was in the middle of a conversation with someone for 44 minutes before some recording came on and asked how she could direct my call. I told her I was already in the middle of a call and she said that I was on too long and "this is a military phone so call them back at night when we're all asleep." Okay then.
→ Remind me to go to the bank.
My sister is cleaning out this cabinet/table thing downstairs, and she found a book cover she made for an old Design class. IT IS SO CUTE, YOU GUYS, she made a Winnie the Pooh book, and I was looking at it and she flipped it open and she used a photo of Catherine Zeta-Jones as the author. MY HEART TTLY MELTED. She also showed me a Taylor Swift CD cover and France currency she made lol sdljfhasjk.
Speaking of, I really miss Catherine Zeta-Jones. Random urge to watch Entrapment flooded me earlier. ALSO, I haven't posted about this yet but IT LOOKS LIKE IMMA START WATCHING CSI: NY. skljhdfa. OH AND GUYS, I SAW INCEPTION ON SATURDAY. SKYROCKETED INTO MY TOP 5. BRILLIANT. BRILLIANT EVERYTHING. CASTING, CONCEPT, AESTHETICS, EFFECTS, EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. CINEMATIC POETRY.
I want to go to bed but I am waiting for mah sheets to come out of the wash. I AM SO CLEAN~ RN.
I had a dream last night, that I was outside and it was raining. I was with two people, a guy and a girl, they're faceless to me. I mean, they had faces in the dream but I don't know who they are. So we're walking outside in the city, in the rain, and we find a dark green waterslide, except it's not very big and it's not even a straight slide, it's just this random pool thing that moves in circles. So we get in, and we get to a part that has a lot of bumps on the bottom, sticking way up like rounded cones. I get pushed totally off of the slide, and they yell at me for it even though it was their fault. We got on the ground and one of our actors, Tom, he just hugged me and he was so nice and when I woke up I realized it was totally in line with this production and how some people tell me to do stuff and then other people yell at me for it. And then I was outside of some bunk, but I couldn't get in. There were two guards and someone was distracting them with a tutu and striped tights. There was an outside booth, with a light and black telephone. I got on it and I was in the middle of a conversation with someone for 44 minutes before some recording came on and asked how she could direct my call. I told her I was already in the middle of a call and she said that I was on too long and "this is a military phone so call them back at night when we're all asleep." Okay then.
→ Remind me to go to the bank.
My sister is cleaning out this cabinet/table thing downstairs, and she found a book cover she made for an old Design class. IT IS SO CUTE, YOU GUYS, she made a Winnie the Pooh book, and I was looking at it and she flipped it open and she used a photo of Catherine Zeta-Jones as the author. MY HEART TTLY MELTED. She also showed me a Taylor Swift CD cover and France currency she made lol sdljfhasjk.
Speaking of, I really miss Catherine Zeta-Jones. Random urge to watch Entrapment flooded me earlier. ALSO, I haven't posted about this yet but IT LOOKS LIKE IMMA START WATCHING CSI: NY. skljhdfa. OH AND GUYS, I SAW INCEPTION ON SATURDAY. SKYROCKETED INTO MY TOP 5. BRILLIANT. BRILLIANT EVERYTHING. CASTING, CONCEPT, AESTHETICS, EFFECTS, EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. CINEMATIC POETRY.
I want to go to bed but I am waiting for mah sheets to come out of the wash. I AM SO CLEAN~ RN.