i'm supposed to be baking some delectable desserts for tomorrow night's dinner party, but i'm procrastinating. i loathe desserts. main courses, fine. give me a complicated recipe and i'm dancing circles around you but desserts i always fuck up. unless it's from a box. and in the middle of the night. and not for anyone but me. ehhh ( Read more... )

the lesson was so much fun. I've got some moves and Ian's getting there! It's so cute to watch him and I just get the hots for him all over again. I used to be scared to try this when he kept begging me to go for lessons but I started realizing I was being a nincompoop about everything so when I gave in it already felt better ( Read more... )

i'm taking salsa lessons with Ian. we have our first one tonight, and i'm scared but excited!

I can't sleeeeep ( Read more... )

so i've been painting more. it relieves stress. i'm working on a 3 piece canvas almost as tall as me. my art teacher who failed me in hs would be proud. or maybe he was just pissed cause i was the only one who didn't fawn all over him. anyway, i like my self-appointed project ( Read more... )

i think maybe i got lost somewhere, i should have stayed doing something i gave up, or i should have done something i never did. because i probably shouldn't be this angry and jaded and sarcastic all the time. i'm not that old.

it's turned out to be a good week. we got to watch the tape of the talent show - well, THEY did - i had to play warden to Luke and Spencer whose tom-foolery had gotten them booted from the festivities - but apparently Nora came on screen wearing gold pants and Giles yelled out "Thank you mama for making me gold pants!" I should have never played ( Read more... )

We went out to the show at 8:30 and just now got home. Insurgent had to play last so a whole bunch of us had to sit through a bunch of bad bands. I mean bad. too much metal for me. Not my cup of anything. My throat really hurts right now, I have no idea if I can even talk right now. I remember talking to Ian's friends before we left, but I'm not ( Read more... )

I hate that my hair is growing out into this dirty hippy looking shag. I need it cut again but joan's been on tour. I thought if cutting it on my own but as much as I trust myself with scissors, I just think about this dream i had once where i cut my own hair with those lefty scissors they allow you to have in primary school, the ones with the red ( Read more... )

can't sleep. still wired from coffee: 3 cups too many. found this..


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