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I bought clothes with my own money today. I'm proud. At the risk of making myself sound really spoiled.
Anyways. I'm proud, but now I have about $80 in singles because of all of the change I accumulated, and also my Christmas gift from my grandmother of $25 in singles...which is just unnecessary, but hey, it's money, so I can't really complain. I mean, it's about 1000% better than the way too small children's sparkly underwear.
And I am in love with the P.S. I Love You soundtrack. Maybe that's the Irish in me mixing with the giant sap that also exists to an extent, but I do. My stupid friends should worry about this C.D., NOT each other. Because that's waaaaaaaaaaaaay too uncomfortable for my taste. I am not looking forward to setting that straight, because that makes my stomach hurt a little, but something tells me that it has to be done.
And the song "Same Mistake" would be so good if it wasn't sung by James Blunt. He needs to quit singing these songs and transfer to yodeling. He would be seriously amazing at yodeling. And I would buy his albums.
Completely unrelated: I was blown off for two days in a row for my birthday plans that I made last weekend/last month as well. The replacement plans of the nameless friend with whom I planned to spend the weekend with happened to be last minute plans made like, Friday, last minute. Fantastic. That's just the self-esteem boost I needed.
I deleted my Vox account today. It was too nonsensical, and though much of the more recent entries have truth to them, I could say them more eloquently, and less online-y, if I could bring myself to say them at all.
I digress; it doesn't need to be coming out online, from now on. If it's going to, then it has to be said directly. Which will probably suck and/or not even happen, knowing me. But either way, I have to get over myself at some point in time, and I think that that should be the start so nobody else gets hurt by hearsay.
Anyways. I'm proud, but now I have about $80 in singles because of all of the change I accumulated, and also my Christmas gift from my grandmother of $25 in singles...which is just unnecessary, but hey, it's money, so I can't really complain. I mean, it's about 1000% better than the way too small children's sparkly underwear.
And I am in love with the P.S. I Love You soundtrack. Maybe that's the Irish in me mixing with the giant sap that also exists to an extent, but I do. My stupid friends should worry about this C.D., NOT each other. Because that's waaaaaaaaaaaaay too uncomfortable for my taste. I am not looking forward to setting that straight, because that makes my stomach hurt a little, but something tells me that it has to be done.
And the song "Same Mistake" would be so good if it wasn't sung by James Blunt. He needs to quit singing these songs and transfer to yodeling. He would be seriously amazing at yodeling. And I would buy his albums.
Completely unrelated: I was blown off for two days in a row for my birthday plans that I made last weekend/last month as well. The replacement plans of the nameless friend with whom I planned to spend the weekend with happened to be last minute plans made like, Friday, last minute. Fantastic. That's just the self-esteem boost I needed.
I deleted my Vox account today. It was too nonsensical, and though much of the more recent entries have truth to them, I could say them more eloquently, and less online-y, if I could bring myself to say them at all.
I digress; it doesn't need to be coming out online, from now on. If it's going to, then it has to be said directly. Which will probably suck and/or not even happen, knowing me. But either way, I have to get over myself at some point in time, and I think that that should be the start so nobody else gets hurt by hearsay.