I wish I had more time in my day, because I seriously need to start working out regularly. I'm gaining weight, and I feel disgusting. Absolutely hideous ( Read more... )

I can't describe it.

But it makes me happy.

The kind of "Smilingfornoreasoncan'tstopthinkingaboutyouconstantbutterfliesIcouldlookatyouallnightI'mcrazyaboutyousmileandImeltyou'reamazingIwanttokissyouforeverIloveyoucompletely" kind of happy.

I took a stab at it, but that description doesn't even begin to do it justice.

I'm a tarheel! I'm a tarheel!

Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): This year is about love. You'll learn about giving, receiving, sharing, and giving up.

I usually just skim these for fun. But sometimes...they're quite dead-on.

Here's to the new year, and making it count. Every moment of it.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes...

How time flies.

But life goes on.

And sometimes, you will come to find that two plus two does in fact, against every bit of common sense, equal five.

Here's to a celebration of life, and every moment we get.

I bought myself a present.

((It's pink.))

Last year everyone started doing this, and I was going to, and of course, got distracted, and time passed...and well...now it's this year...but I think I'm going to give it a shot. My year in review (pretty much a sentence of every lj entry):

January:
So, I've been reeally mopy (haha is that how you spell that? 'cause that looks like I'm a mop... ( Read more... )

"I see you windin' and grindin, up on the floor...."

It's ridiculous how many times I have heard that song in the past 4 hours driving back and forth from my last bit of Christmas shopping. Goodness me.  And, in going Christmas shopping, I found what I want for my birthday. Unfortunately, it's $70, which means if I'm lucky, I can maybe maybe maybe ( Read more... )

I'm being so selfish.

Nevermind. I'm not going to vent on livejournal.

That's ridiculous.

I'm barely 18. I feel 22.

Hah, I wish.

God I wish.

I want...

too many things that I can't really have.

And on an almost completely random tangent, we never got a goldfish.

Wallow.

Reality slap.

Ouch.