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I got to prove my faggot tree once and for all by coordinating my mom's entire apartment. That was brilliant, rofl. Next I get to help her pick art for the walls.
Moving shit up and down three flights of stairs for days in the Texas heat has left me with the sorest body I've had in years. I feel like I spend each night getting my ass kicked or something. XD But the place looks great. She wanted an Asian motif for the table, so we got stuff from WM. The kitchen is done in soft coffee-shop colors complete with a thick soft rubber mat and stuff with coffee themes on it, and the carpet's Berber with speckles. I love it. Since the accent walls are deep red I picked out a pale suede and leather sofa, and her bed is a massive black one with matching dresser. For that I picked a striped damask comforter and creamy gold sheets. She picked her own TV stand, which I gasped upon sight of- it's three black glass plates stacked about a foot up from one another fitted into deep wood.
Everything looks perfect and she loves it.
The apartments themselves are great; looking out the window is like you're right over the Mediterranean, except it's a parking lot. XD
If I had a model, I already see a thousand places for photo shoots. Plus this time I have a key and access codes so I don't have to stay in here. I already went wandering around the parking lots earlier.
My knees have been bothering me so badly lately that the pain spread down from there to my calves and shins to my feet themselves. I'm hoping that's just from all the moving. I jogged up and down the stairs to keep from feeling too lazy, and I'm going to do it again around sunset and then again before I go to bed probably.
I should know better than anyone ever could...
soon as I let go, everything falls apart.
Well, Jonas, that's what happens when you become the axle instead of a spoke.
I need so many things right now but I can't reach for any of them.
At least mom gave me a great book to read, and she even bought me my favorite book in the entire world (or one of the two of my absolute favorites). Yep, that's right, I now own Luna.
I am so happy about that.
There are a few things I could complain about and actually I orginally opened this so I could bitch about how lonely I was or something like that but I don't even feel like it anymore because honestly...I have a month left, and then I'm leaving Texas. I might be going to California in February even though I have the biggest grudge against California...and a couple of people plan to write me letters.
Plus I have ice cream, pocky, and five cans of pirouettes. That's enough to last me in sugar stock till almost August.
Yeah, there are people I miss, there's shit I'm not saying, of course there's shit I'm mad/upset/sad at but I guess right now none of it's important.
Although it is important that I go put away this ice cream before it melts...
Matti and Mai Ty are really...getting to me lately. I don't think I like that...but they're both nice guys that I have no chance with so I'm fine with that. It's nice to know I'm still capable of liking someone without having to try to do anything about it. Gives me something to think about anyway.
Someday when I'm actually...when someone actually likes me like that, maybe I'll be capable of, you know, not running from it.
Moving shit up and down three flights of stairs for days in the Texas heat has left me with the sorest body I've had in years. I feel like I spend each night getting my ass kicked or something. XD But the place looks great. She wanted an Asian motif for the table, so we got stuff from WM. The kitchen is done in soft coffee-shop colors complete with a thick soft rubber mat and stuff with coffee themes on it, and the carpet's Berber with speckles. I love it. Since the accent walls are deep red I picked out a pale suede and leather sofa, and her bed is a massive black one with matching dresser. For that I picked a striped damask comforter and creamy gold sheets. She picked her own TV stand, which I gasped upon sight of- it's three black glass plates stacked about a foot up from one another fitted into deep wood.
Everything looks perfect and she loves it.
The apartments themselves are great; looking out the window is like you're right over the Mediterranean, except it's a parking lot. XD
If I had a model, I already see a thousand places for photo shoots. Plus this time I have a key and access codes so I don't have to stay in here. I already went wandering around the parking lots earlier.
My knees have been bothering me so badly lately that the pain spread down from there to my calves and shins to my feet themselves. I'm hoping that's just from all the moving. I jogged up and down the stairs to keep from feeling too lazy, and I'm going to do it again around sunset and then again before I go to bed probably.
I should know better than anyone ever could...
soon as I let go, everything falls apart.
Well, Jonas, that's what happens when you become the axle instead of a spoke.
I need so many things right now but I can't reach for any of them.
At least mom gave me a great book to read, and she even bought me my favorite book in the entire world (or one of the two of my absolute favorites). Yep, that's right, I now own Luna.
I am so happy about that.
There are a few things I could complain about and actually I orginally opened this so I could bitch about how lonely I was or something like that but I don't even feel like it anymore because honestly...I have a month left, and then I'm leaving Texas. I might be going to California in February even though I have the biggest grudge against California...and a couple of people plan to write me letters.
Plus I have ice cream, pocky, and five cans of pirouettes. That's enough to last me in sugar stock till almost August.
Yeah, there are people I miss, there's shit I'm not saying, of course there's shit I'm mad/upset/sad at but I guess right now none of it's important.
Although it is important that I go put away this ice cream before it melts...
Matti and Mai Ty are really...getting to me lately. I don't think I like that...but they're both nice guys that I have no chance with so I'm fine with that. It's nice to know I'm still capable of liking someone without having to try to do anything about it. Gives me something to think about anyway.
Someday when I'm actually...when someone actually likes me like that, maybe I'll be capable of, you know, not running from it.