I need to write. I don’t know what I need to write about, but I need to write.
I’m tired. Really tired. And I know this week is going to be living hell. I have so much work to do this week and I just don’t know how I’m going to make it all happen.
I really miss my friends. I really miss my parents. I really miss Jonathan. I really miss Meesh.
Here’s a thing: I’ve gotten to a place in my life where I call my mom when I need advice. This isn’t a bad thing, it’s just weird. I needed boy advice and the only person I could think to call was my mom. And it was nice to get her input.
I love my friends here. I really do. I’m so deeply thankful for them. They’re the kind of people who challenge me but also let me be myself. That means a lot to me.
Fact: It’s impossible to be stressed while drinking tea. You have to sit there, breathe in the wonderful smell of it and let it warm up your hands before you drink it slowly and just let your body absorb all of the magic stored in Tea.
I’ve been listening to this over and over. The chords at the very beginning of the song do something really incredible for my Heart.
Also, the girl in this group does this thing where she sings with one side of her mouth and smiles slightly. It’s not something I can really explain, but I find it really gorgeous and incredibly attractive. I wish my face did that when I sang. My face looks more like this when I sing.
These are my gorgeous friends from Cantabile last year after we won an incredible victory. Read about that here
This song. It is the perfect pace to walk to, the words are deeply powerful, the drum part is fantastic, and the chords in the chorus speak to my Soul.
This is a weird post so I’m going to take this time to mention that I’m a lover of the oxford comma. Why doesn’t everyone use it all the time?
I think I’m becoming a feminist. Also, it took me three tries to spell the word feminist.
I’m making adult decisions. Who I’m living with, where I’m living, what I’m studying, who I’m dating, how I spend my time, what the heck I’m doing with my life. It’s weird and I like it, but I’m still not convinced that I’m old enough.
I’m on a kick of playing games from my childhood. Neopets, Howrse and my friend Grace just taught me how to play Pokemon Crystal on my phone. Why did I never play it as a child? Jonathan and I used to watch it in Turkey, but this is crazy fun! Also, I go to a huge nerd school so the easiest way to get weird guys to talk to you is to play Pokemon on a replicator on your smart phone.
(yes, I named my Gastly Farts. I’m six years old. So sue me. Farts is now a level 17. BOOM!)
I’m rereading Looking For Alaska. It felt like the thing to do.
Calculus and Chemistry are going to kill me.
I haven’t done laundry in 4 weeks and I know that the more I put it off the worse it gets. But I just can’t make myself do it.
My back hurts. A lot.
I really wanna be single. Like, for the first time in my life I’m not bitter about being single because for the first time in my life it is on my own account. I’m really just being independent and getting to know people.
Why do people feel like knowing each other for two weeks is a reason to get in a relationship? Sure, everyone’s doing it, that doesn’t make it a good idea.
I always make the phrase “each other” one word the first time I write it and then have to go back in and fix it a minute later. I do it every single time.
Thus far in my life, I haven’t met a Doctor Who fan who I haven’t liked.
I’m in love with this song. I don’t know. I just do. (Do what? That’s not a cohesive sentence.)
I love the idea of being a teenage rebel. I’ve been spending a lot of time looking at pictures of #punkdisney on Tumblr and something about it really… I don’t know… it speaks to me… does that sound dumb? Yes. Those aren’t the words I want to say, but they’re the only words I can think of to express what I mean.
this. Everything about this.
I love Lucky Charms.
I’m going to bed.
I love you!