I remember, a time I knew what happiness was...
I totally fell in love with a shirt today. I want it so bad. My dad said he'd give me the money for it, I told him before the end of the week would be good, since I cleaned the kitchen. I would ask him if I could get an extra $70 or so and get the outfit I found a few weeks ago, if they still had it, but I don't think he would. Even if I cleaned my room. I'll give it a try though.
He also said we'd go clothes shopping before our trip to London, but I want this shirt, like, now. The outfit might be able to wait, I just don't want it to be gone before I get to it. Especially the shoes. The pants and the shirt I might be able to live without, but yea, the shoes are awesome. I want them too. Funny thing is, I don't think if I've got anything really big I can wear it with. I know I've got a skirt, and I guess I can wear them with jeans, but I don't have any real reason for getting them. I love them though.
I guess that's the fun part of being a girl, the natural attraction to shoes you have no need for. I would love to take them to London. Again, no use for them, but they'd be nice to have.
I really need to find another job... I am dying without having my own money to spend... At the moment, my tax refund is mostly going to others for what I owe them ($20 for my dad, and $12 for Cheryl). It's supposed to be around $105.
I've been doing quite a bit of thinking lately. Mostly about things that have happened over the past year. I spent most of the school day feeling like the biggest piece of crap on the earth. I felt a bit better after I went to the mall with Josh and Cheryl. Afterwards, we all went back to Cheryl's house, and played Mario Party 7 for a while. Her bunny scratched me. It hurt while I was doing the dishes.
I should get working on my novella. I've still got about 3 pages to write before I can go to bed tonight. I also need to do my french homework. And remember to put my pyschology notebook in my bookbag, so I can give the adulthood packet to Sam, or Chris, if I don't see Sam.
My finger hurts. Onto homework, and more Crossing Jordan. This is pretty damn sad.
*poof*
He also said we'd go clothes shopping before our trip to London, but I want this shirt, like, now. The outfit might be able to wait, I just don't want it to be gone before I get to it. Especially the shoes. The pants and the shirt I might be able to live without, but yea, the shoes are awesome. I want them too. Funny thing is, I don't think if I've got anything really big I can wear it with. I know I've got a skirt, and I guess I can wear them with jeans, but I don't have any real reason for getting them. I love them though.
I guess that's the fun part of being a girl, the natural attraction to shoes you have no need for. I would love to take them to London. Again, no use for them, but they'd be nice to have.
I really need to find another job... I am dying without having my own money to spend... At the moment, my tax refund is mostly going to others for what I owe them ($20 for my dad, and $12 for Cheryl). It's supposed to be around $105.
I've been doing quite a bit of thinking lately. Mostly about things that have happened over the past year. I spent most of the school day feeling like the biggest piece of crap on the earth. I felt a bit better after I went to the mall with Josh and Cheryl. Afterwards, we all went back to Cheryl's house, and played Mario Party 7 for a while. Her bunny scratched me. It hurt while I was doing the dishes.
I should get working on my novella. I've still got about 3 pages to write before I can go to bed tonight. I also need to do my french homework. And remember to put my pyschology notebook in my bookbag, so I can give the adulthood packet to Sam, or Chris, if I don't see Sam.
My finger hurts. Onto homework, and more Crossing Jordan. This is pretty damn sad.
*poof*