Today I spent two class periods writing a letter and one cutting strips of plaster and the rest of my day has mostly been root beer and countdowns. I am happy about almost everything but I still feel ugly and right now all I want to do is nap but instead I'm going to go drive my taxi. Bye bye babies.
What's happening, guys? Give me something to get dressed up for! The eyelashes have been retired for far too long. And also, yesterday was a wholeee lot of eating [sammich, tacos, pie yum!] and today I think I'm half whale. At least I'm totally deaf in one ear!
The other night I re-read a diary from a year ago and laughed at myself and got happy and sappy and missy and a lot of other things. I am excited for everything. But! I am sad about things too, and regretful and sorry and confused. I called ( you )
I don't think I've gone a day without severe stomach pains or a headache in like a year. I can die happy if someone picks me a flower. I sang Mirah into my straightener for about fifteen minutes and I'm pretty ready for someone to come over and play with me now. Last night was the cutest night of my life. Bye bye.
I had a dream that one of my neighbors was a real witch. And we traveled over to her house in a group of four and inside she had everything set up like a thrift store. So we looked through awful old skirts and bedsheets and one by one wandered into her bedroom to look for more. By the time I got in the bedroom, everyone else was nowhere to be seen
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