I'm leaving for NYE in seven hours...
I still have to throw some more things in my bag, take a shower, paint my toenails, and figure out how to make this obnoxious bug bite stop hurting.
I bought a couple new books at wal-mart today. I went after work since I was already in Portsmouth (I worked at the GB at Pease) and seriously sat on the floor in the book aisle looking at romantic novels figuring out how many I could afford, and then picking them out, soley based on title, cover and back description. I'm so behind on books for fun that I don't even know where to start.
I looked for the Jane Evanoich-someone books, (recently to the nines) but could only find 6, 7 & 9. but I figure if I'm going to read them, I might as well start with 'one for the money'... it only makes sense.
but about three pages in, a line at the top of the page really caught my eye and summed up everything the way I couldn't find words for before...
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on my drive to the gym this evening I was thinking. it's a bad thing when I really start thinking bc things never end up higher than when they started. I thought about a certain date from earlier in the year and another certain boy. and just about me in general. and about a conversation I had with Sarah yesterday at work. It was weird, I haven't even seen this girl since she left to run Pease in February, but we just talked. She's so nice. but whatever. so is life. so is being a teenager. and so is having a dumb journal for me to ramble in so other people can read it and be like, wtf, i don't get it.
I bought a couple new books at wal-mart today. I went after work since I was already in Portsmouth (I worked at the GB at Pease) and seriously sat on the floor in the book aisle looking at romantic novels figuring out how many I could afford, and then picking them out, soley based on title, cover and back description. I'm so behind on books for fun that I don't even know where to start.
I looked for the Jane Evanoich-someone books, (recently to the nines) but could only find 6, 7 & 9. but I figure if I'm going to read them, I might as well start with 'one for the money'... it only makes sense.
but about three pages in, a line at the top of the page really caught my eye and summed up everything the way I couldn't find words for before...
***
on my drive to the gym this evening I was thinking. it's a bad thing when I really start thinking bc things never end up higher than when they started. I thought about a certain date from earlier in the year and another certain boy. and just about me in general. and about a conversation I had with Sarah yesterday at work. It was weird, I haven't even seen this girl since she left to run Pease in February, but we just talked. She's so nice. but whatever. so is life. so is being a teenager. and so is having a dumb journal for me to ramble in so other people can read it and be like, wtf, i don't get it.