I'm so glad I finally started putting red pepper on my pizzas. It makes them 10x better.

Sometimes I can't tell if what I'm thinking is reality or just my mind playing tricks on me. I thought I was supposed to grow out of this shit. I thought I stopped being paranoid about people hating me at 18. Wasn't that in the contract? It should have been.

I am the WORST at photojournalism. I need to find someone to take a portrait of asap.

I'm awesome at it.

( My iTunes library is both embarrassing and loaded down with one artist )

Can you believe I've been on this site since freshman year of high school? Earlier than that actually. Since at least eighth grade. That's what? Like eight or so years? Jeez.

So much of my adult (or young adult) life summed up in short, silly entries on Live-fucking-Journal.

And I haven't done a survey in at least a month or two.

( Under here for the curious )

I feel so so so so so grosssss. I hate being sick, and I react really poorly to it. I bitch about it all the time. But nothing helpssss. Medicine might help, but I don't like taking medicine. It makes my head feel really funny. Ugh! The worst bit is the sore skin. My whole body aches ( Read more... )

Last night, I had a dream about having a job when I graduate. OMG PATHETIC.

I think I keep realizing that the things I want to do are not at all the things I've studied. This is problematic.

Also, I should stop avoiding people.

I'M SO FULL. Gross.