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Pretty Pretty Christmas Sounds and Sights
Life is so much better when it's WINTER BREAK!!!!
I can't get over how much I enjoyed going out this past week.
I can't get past my thoughts.
I can't get past me.
It's no wonder to me that I never find myself with a boyfriend...I mean...I'm not normal. My thoughts, my actions, my plans.
I'm .... kinda .... fucking talented. You might wanna recognize. Word.
The previous sentance.... love it. Fucking histerical. I LOVE saying the F word. I can't help it. I love to save it up for a good juicy unexpected moment - people are just so SHOCKED when the F word comes from this mouth - even when they know me awfully darn well - it's just a SHOCK. That little girl, sweet young thang, and then BAM - F BOMB in your FIZACE!
I kinda think...maybe I'll have to just marry someoen I don't love someday. Ya know?
Oh ELISE. Hush.
haaaaah.
I'm insecure - ou SEVERELY - it's been an issue but you knew that HAR HAR HAR! It's okay though - cuz I recognize.
I have the mind of a director ya know. NOT an actor. Lowlifes. ha.
lol. yeah. anyway. Cheer is in the Air. That rhymed bitches.
Know what I wanan do? Oh so bad?
I want to go to the airport. I love the airport. Sit there all alone reading my books, drinking my coff. Then I want to fly to Ohio and spend a week with my aunt and my relatives. Go explore malls with her, and see shows, and go to fancy restaurants. Then come home... and meet my dad at the airport. And go home and go to bed.
le sigh. i was never a child. i don't ever remember having childish thoughts. whatryagonnado. i'm one of the afflicted ones. i'm dumb.
i have so many plans and thoughts - really know what i want to do - it's just getting there. i'm so stuck. but i think i just THIKN i've identified my next step -it's just going to make life so much more stressful. but thus is the world i live in.
i'm glad i'm here and not somewhere else. this is what i'm cut out for. i'm soft yo. i'm soft. cept for muscles those are rock hard. ahahaha.
i have to meet with mother effing advising people on fri-of-day for like an end of semester review i guess - and that my friends...makes me a bizit nervous. yes. it. does.
Everything makes me nervous. i might as well be paranoid.
all i wanna do when i'm home is christmas-ey stuff. i don't care if it's sacharine of me - BITE IT then.
one day i may read back through this and be damn embarressed at how absurd it is.