You should get one of your friends to make a comic about that.
Everyone says that someone is thinking about you when your nose itches; I hope that is not true. I have done a great deal of thinking as of late. I think that I forgot what it felt like to have a genuine crush on someone. I think that I like this, I think that I kind of like the chase.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie or on a television show. It's a weird feeling and it just sort of happens from time-to-time. Maybe this means that I get a fairytale ending. Or, maybe this just proves my ego-centrism that my dearest friend Bizz so generously instilled in me. I will opt for the latter of the two- who wants a fairytale ending other than those who dream of the dream; I welcome twists, turns, curves, and swerves with wide and open arms.
I wonder why they make Kleenex in different colors. I do not think that any spin that the company uses to make the tissues more ascetically pleasing will make your snot more appealing. Perhaps it acts as a camouflage, but more appealing? I think not.
I did dance around campus today. I had Alyssa with me to serve as an exceptional dance partner. I must say I have been told my booty shake and pop is a force to be reckoned with. I have tried to watch myself in action using a full length mirror, but I feel it doesn't do much justice. I'm proud of my big butt and its exceptional poppin' power.
I cannot wait to get dressed tomorrow. I have my outfit all planned and I am anticipating impressive results.
I wish that I had the battery for my camera so that I can take pictures- I have been without it for two weeks. This is a knife to the heart type of experience.
It is as if this day could not pass any slower. I want to go and sit outside or at least go somewhere so I can focus on school- my classes make my mind wander. My English class bores me as much as Topics in Math; Biology and History are my two favorite classes and French is just, well, French is just French to me. I hate analytical and symbolic based writing. I do not like to write it and I do not like to read it. I do not like to read passages scouring for symbols that are not really there; I get more from reading without analyzing than I do from this obnoxious busy work.
I feel like I am writing better than I have been in quite sometime (although this could easily be a figment of my imagination). This multi-paragraphed blog is easing the feeling of stupid that has been lingering over my head, tapping me on the left shoulder, and scurrying to the right so that I can't catch a glimpse or get my hands around its neck. Bastard. Perhaps turning my brain into scrambled eggs last night was better for me than it felt though I'll be damned if I ever take a hammer to a metal bed frame again.
This nice weather makes me want to take the long way and to take all of the shortcuts simultaneously.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie or on a television show. It's a weird feeling and it just sort of happens from time-to-time. Maybe this means that I get a fairytale ending. Or, maybe this just proves my ego-centrism that my dearest friend Bizz so generously instilled in me. I will opt for the latter of the two- who wants a fairytale ending other than those who dream of the dream; I welcome twists, turns, curves, and swerves with wide and open arms.
I wonder why they make Kleenex in different colors. I do not think that any spin that the company uses to make the tissues more ascetically pleasing will make your snot more appealing. Perhaps it acts as a camouflage, but more appealing? I think not.
I did dance around campus today. I had Alyssa with me to serve as an exceptional dance partner. I must say I have been told my booty shake and pop is a force to be reckoned with. I have tried to watch myself in action using a full length mirror, but I feel it doesn't do much justice. I'm proud of my big butt and its exceptional poppin' power.
I cannot wait to get dressed tomorrow. I have my outfit all planned and I am anticipating impressive results.
I wish that I had the battery for my camera so that I can take pictures- I have been without it for two weeks. This is a knife to the heart type of experience.
It is as if this day could not pass any slower. I want to go and sit outside or at least go somewhere so I can focus on school- my classes make my mind wander. My English class bores me as much as Topics in Math; Biology and History are my two favorite classes and French is just, well, French is just French to me. I hate analytical and symbolic based writing. I do not like to write it and I do not like to read it. I do not like to read passages scouring for symbols that are not really there; I get more from reading without analyzing than I do from this obnoxious busy work.
I feel like I am writing better than I have been in quite sometime (although this could easily be a figment of my imagination). This multi-paragraphed blog is easing the feeling of stupid that has been lingering over my head, tapping me on the left shoulder, and scurrying to the right so that I can't catch a glimpse or get my hands around its neck. Bastard. Perhaps turning my brain into scrambled eggs last night was better for me than it felt though I'll be damned if I ever take a hammer to a metal bed frame again.
This nice weather makes me want to take the long way and to take all of the shortcuts simultaneously.