I was just screwing around with my color options. I like the pink and grey, very pretty, but it's too difficult to read, so I'll fiddle around with it again later.
Sometimes, a lot of times, I think I don't have much to offer, and I'm not worthy, but deep down I know I'm just as good or even better than most people. I have a firm grasp on spelling and grammar, I can make people laugh, I am physically attractive, I know a lot of things
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So I'm eating a factory-made rice crispies treat when, 3/4 of the way through it, I realize, "Wow this thing tastes like crap," and then ask myself, "Why does my rice crispies treat taste so bad?" and then I finish off the last of it and throw the wrapper in the waste basket.
I'm waitlisted for housing. I guess that means I won't get to live anywhere next semester. I should attend Forestry Academy instead so I can be a park ranger and live in the woods among the wildlife.
I am STARVING and I still haven't called to set an appointment with the dean of the College of General Studies to see about medically withdrawing from a couple classes. My counselor thinks I'm angry because I expect my mother to do everything for me. I'm not angry, I'm just very, very shy which prevents me from taking responsiblities. I have to
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