you don't have to turn on the red light.
today was good. apart from all the damn driving with those idiots. its like people see rain and all the information they ever learned about being a semi-reasonably good driver flies out the fucking window.
disgusting.
starting to get WIKED nervous about my trip. i have no idea what to expect, at all. i mean...one of the hardest classes i've ever taken is going to be crammed into 2.5 weeks. BAH! i'm going to be an insane mo-fo the whole time i'm over there. trying to absord the culture AND get a decent grade. i'm only human.
saw an old friend today. *winks at him* it was good...i felt like pouncing but resisted. i had to keep reminding myself that i'm trying to slow my life down, not complicate the hell out of it.
i consider him a good friend. someone to chill with...a beautiful person.
and apparently. i have nice feet. *grins from ear to ear* i actually had my feet examined by a bunch of drunk guys at a party a few months ago too. i passed their test AND i was wearing heels that night.
going to bakira yoga tomorrow with my sister and kindof scared. its yoga, with an amazing instructor...in a 100 degree room. can anyone say sweaty beast?
boys have been confusing my lately. but more on THAT another time, i'd be up for another 3 hours contributing to this post if i got on that tangent. why can't i just find someone who likes to hang out with me?!? is that so hard. someone who thinks i'm cool and doesn't want to hop in my pants...well, he does want to. but will take me on a picnic first. i'd like that...*dreams* like it'll ever happen.
tall guys mesmorize me.
chicken grease.
disgusting.
starting to get WIKED nervous about my trip. i have no idea what to expect, at all. i mean...one of the hardest classes i've ever taken is going to be crammed into 2.5 weeks. BAH! i'm going to be an insane mo-fo the whole time i'm over there. trying to absord the culture AND get a decent grade. i'm only human.
saw an old friend today. *winks at him* it was good...i felt like pouncing but resisted. i had to keep reminding myself that i'm trying to slow my life down, not complicate the hell out of it.
i consider him a good friend. someone to chill with...a beautiful person.
and apparently. i have nice feet. *grins from ear to ear* i actually had my feet examined by a bunch of drunk guys at a party a few months ago too. i passed their test AND i was wearing heels that night.
going to bakira yoga tomorrow with my sister and kindof scared. its yoga, with an amazing instructor...in a 100 degree room. can anyone say sweaty beast?
boys have been confusing my lately. but more on THAT another time, i'd be up for another 3 hours contributing to this post if i got on that tangent. why can't i just find someone who likes to hang out with me?!? is that so hard. someone who thinks i'm cool and doesn't want to hop in my pants...well, he does want to. but will take me on a picnic first. i'd like that...*dreams* like it'll ever happen.
tall guys mesmorize me.
chicken grease.