TFA 1990/2006.
thoughts from above.
I need glasses so bad, that everytime i try to read anything i get headaches, and i do not know how to go to the optometrist, if i can get insurance, how to pay for any of it. so i'm drinking more water, because that cures headaches, right?
tomorrow equals fitting for runway. i wonder what i'll be wearing. kind of excited (about the clothes not the 5 inch heels). and definitely excited about car ride and bonding time with the lady who set me up with all this in the first place. i need more friends. yay.
right when you think your life is boring, you realize that a lot of other people also watch tv, and play video games and sit on couches, and eat entire bags of chips and bowls of salsa too. doesn't make me want to exert myself less, or stay trapped under this invisible line of boredom, but it makes me feel slightly less guilty for relaxing on weeknights. (side note: re: competitive nature, and need for constant drive/productivity: In grammar, middle and high school my best friend Kate and I used to read the same books and race each other to see who could finish first. when we'd sleep over, we'd sneak out the book and read while the other was brushing their teeth, or "get tired" in the middle of the movie marathon's we'd have till dawn and go in the bedroom and read instead. this was, Breaking The Rules. we would get upset with each other. the competitive drive that kept our faces stuck between furiously flying pages more or less drove kate to become a Stanford graduate, and me to study literature. if there is an award, or league of sorts for, COMPETITIVE BOOK READERS, when do we get our ribbons?)
I like wearing my hair like a ballerina, only it makes my head look SO SMALL without all the crazy hair i have going on.
tans are over-rated and bad for you, or too orange anyway.
i am in love with petting both of my kitten's tummys and making them toys. i feel like an 80 year old woman. just need the yarn and bad perfume. OH WAIT! i have those things too!
i haven't "stolen" anything since i lived in santa cruz (does taking things from safeway count as stealing? with your club card you can buy one get one free... so it must not make THAT much of a difference in their budget, right?). i stole body lotion from ROSS. it was only for 2 dollars. and i wasn't going to say anything about it. but i guess that didn't last either. cuz i just told. not boasting, but slightly guilty, however my skin smells AMAZING today.
I need glasses so bad, that everytime i try to read anything i get headaches, and i do not know how to go to the optometrist, if i can get insurance, how to pay for any of it. so i'm drinking more water, because that cures headaches, right?
tomorrow equals fitting for runway. i wonder what i'll be wearing. kind of excited (about the clothes not the 5 inch heels). and definitely excited about car ride and bonding time with the lady who set me up with all this in the first place. i need more friends. yay.
right when you think your life is boring, you realize that a lot of other people also watch tv, and play video games and sit on couches, and eat entire bags of chips and bowls of salsa too. doesn't make me want to exert myself less, or stay trapped under this invisible line of boredom, but it makes me feel slightly less guilty for relaxing on weeknights. (side note: re: competitive nature, and need for constant drive/productivity: In grammar, middle and high school my best friend Kate and I used to read the same books and race each other to see who could finish first. when we'd sleep over, we'd sneak out the book and read while the other was brushing their teeth, or "get tired" in the middle of the movie marathon's we'd have till dawn and go in the bedroom and read instead. this was, Breaking The Rules. we would get upset with each other. the competitive drive that kept our faces stuck between furiously flying pages more or less drove kate to become a Stanford graduate, and me to study literature. if there is an award, or league of sorts for, COMPETITIVE BOOK READERS, when do we get our ribbons?)
I like wearing my hair like a ballerina, only it makes my head look SO SMALL without all the crazy hair i have going on.
tans are over-rated and bad for you, or too orange anyway.
i am in love with petting both of my kitten's tummys and making them toys. i feel like an 80 year old woman. just need the yarn and bad perfume. OH WAIT! i have those things too!
i haven't "stolen" anything since i lived in santa cruz (does taking things from safeway count as stealing? with your club card you can buy one get one free... so it must not make THAT much of a difference in their budget, right?). i stole body lotion from ROSS. it was only for 2 dollars. and i wasn't going to say anything about it. but i guess that didn't last either. cuz i just told. not boasting, but slightly guilty, however my skin smells AMAZING today.