Why is is that whenever you finally have a day to sleep in, you can't? Anyway, i had a dream i went to Mexico. I've never been to Mexico. I want to go to England right now. (Sorry, I know you're all sick of reading that.) There is a brown box with 2 wheels sitting outside and we have no good cerreal for breakfast.
Oh man, I love how in the course of teh apst year, I've become a huge romantic...alack, alack, where waits my knight in shining armour? mt prince charming
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God, Ewan McGregor's voice is like haagan daz ice cream. If a guy ever sang like that to me, or like Raoul does to Christine in Phantom of the Opera, I think I would swoon in a fit of joy.
So I've decided that the perfect guy for me is like Christian in Moulin Rouge, only plus a sense of humour. Unfortuantly, Christian was a fictional character. And so my life drags on.
Do I really talk down to my sister? Do I seriously treat her any different than my mom treats me? Yet, I'm the one who gets chewed out for it. How the hell else am I supposed to act? They realize THEY raised me, right?