Riding in cars with boys
I am so sick of the Youth Innovation Fund that I could really just run away and not tell them where I am or if I even care about creating "positive permanent change". I don't feel like being on this board anymore...mainly because I have to do this power point presentation over the summer and then present it to companies. I just don't have any motivation, and since I'm really not enjoying the board anymore it's hard for me to persuade some big name to give us money because we're "so great".
Yesterday I got a manicure and a pedicure with Jessie since she has to take off for San Diego for a photo shoot for modeling today. It was very nice, massages and pampering...but it cost ten dollars more than they originally said and even the original was pushing it for me. Then I looked at my nails and my toenails only to realize that I look way too pretty with them. I kinda like my bare toes and fingers. Now I look like Princess Cares-Too-Much-About-Her-Looks.
When I think of love I think of....
The last call of the day. The last person you talk to before closing your eyes and sleeping, the person you dream about all night, and the first thing you think of when waking up.
It is sad to think I am not the last call of the day.
My hair smells amazing right now. It reminds me of Jessie's house, where I was staying for the last four nights. Herbal and clean. It is getting much longer these days. My hair, that is. I am loving it, loving how it is growing, loving that it is no longer short. Having long hair has a whole new meaning. And now that I have stopped highlighting my hair and the highlights have completely grown out and have been cut...I really love the natural color of my hair. I have found that when I let things go, when I let things live naturally like this, I love myself more.
I don't understand boys. Last night scared me a lot, I came home and cried. Boys, don't do that to me again. I would die if something had happened.
I'm wondering right now how I will spend my day. Maybe I'll make some flash cards for spanish. Maybe I will read a book. Quien sabe. If anyone is really bored they can call me.
Pretty soon there will be a SO-SO and the QUARTERBOYS reunion. You guys better get ready for a party. Oh, and Addi, you have to come. No choice.
Why does Salma Hayek have to be so hot?
Yesterday I got a manicure and a pedicure with Jessie since she has to take off for San Diego for a photo shoot for modeling today. It was very nice, massages and pampering...but it cost ten dollars more than they originally said and even the original was pushing it for me. Then I looked at my nails and my toenails only to realize that I look way too pretty with them. I kinda like my bare toes and fingers. Now I look like Princess Cares-Too-Much-About-Her-Looks.
When I think of love I think of....
The last call of the day. The last person you talk to before closing your eyes and sleeping, the person you dream about all night, and the first thing you think of when waking up.
It is sad to think I am not the last call of the day.
My hair smells amazing right now. It reminds me of Jessie's house, where I was staying for the last four nights. Herbal and clean. It is getting much longer these days. My hair, that is. I am loving it, loving how it is growing, loving that it is no longer short. Having long hair has a whole new meaning. And now that I have stopped highlighting my hair and the highlights have completely grown out and have been cut...I really love the natural color of my hair. I have found that when I let things go, when I let things live naturally like this, I love myself more.
I don't understand boys. Last night scared me a lot, I came home and cried. Boys, don't do that to me again. I would die if something had happened.
I'm wondering right now how I will spend my day. Maybe I'll make some flash cards for spanish. Maybe I will read a book. Quien sabe. If anyone is really bored they can call me.
Pretty soon there will be a SO-SO and the QUARTERBOYS reunion. You guys better get ready for a party. Oh, and Addi, you have to come. No choice.
Why does Salma Hayek have to be so hot?