Yes, yes I have. It happens every once in awhile, where I lose myself in a world that's not reality.

I don't know what's worse. That I lose myself in this imaginary world, or that it takes me awhile to tear myself away from it. -> Guess I can thank my shitty childhood for that.

I just woke up from the strangest dream...

I don't remember most of it, like most of my dreams, even though I wasn't fully asleep, more like I was half daydreaming.

Anyway, it involved these creatures.. these tiny baby creatures, just born on a farm. The farmers put them in those little dirt packs that you plant seeds into, but the skinny ones not the fat ones. These animals.. I could call them ducks.. but they were.. "deformed".. and for some reason I want to call them adorable. They had these grey, skinny, long legs with tiny webbed feet. And they had fluffy middles, just like ducks. The heads.. they were so small, black feathers puffed out everywhere, and their bills were thinner and more flattened than a duck's. You couldn't see their eyes, I think they were too newborn-ish to be able to open them. And their necks were impossibly skinny for an animal.. it was slightly skinnier than a rose's stem and probably about half a rose stem long, and... just as fragile. I saw a few of them snap, the poor things.

But... there was this one, they came out of the barn with this baby "duck", it was all by itself... not in a group, like the others had been brought out. You heard the farmers talking as they brought it out... all of it's brothers and sisters died during birth. They set it in it's own seedling pot and left to go back into the barn. Immediately, you could hear it wailing and the tears just poured down. Two of the other baby "ducks" climbed out of their pots and into the crying one's pot, and huddled next to it, as their necks wrapped around it's neck to offer comfort. It kept saying, "They're gone, they're all gone," and weeping.

That's the last I remember, before I woke up. But I woke up with tears on my face.

It's not uncommon for my dreams to wake me up. I'm even used to the occasional waking up screaming or shaking so badly that I feel like I'm having a panic attack. But there's only been two other times in my life that I've woken up crying. That kind of waking up... it unnerves me more than anything.

And that little duck who's brothers and sisters were all gone? I have a sinking feeling that it was supposed to be me. And now I have this uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that won't go away.

Moments of Nostalgia.

All day, I've been thinking about my junior year of high school, when we had this class trip to Europe.

And even though most of the trip was drama-filled, I really did have a great time.

Major bonding experience with one of my besties, LH, and finding out people's true colors, and who my real friends will always be.

Crazy moments with Mama Lanni: the ferri from the White Cliffs of Dover, naming the seagulls, that store we thought was just a regular every day store like CVS but turned out to be mostly sex toys and porn outfits, trying to piece together French phrases, the fire dancers at the projected painting show at that church in Normandy.

Madame S: hilarious explanations of places and things, dinner conversations, the umbrella that her hand was permanently attached to the entire trip so she wouldn't get sunburn, topless sunbathing with her daughter at a beach in Nice, France and the conversations we had that day and us 3 getting lost several times on the way back to the hotel even though Madame had visited that city a bunch of times before.

Our adorably lovable tour guide that we all forgot to keep in touch with. =/

LH: dealing with the drama of the others, ending up being roomies after a week of other hellish roommates, le petit homme vert, the firemen's ball with too many men and not enough cute women (in my opinion), the white cliffs of dover/ferry ride/laughing at Mama Lanni naming the seagulls/the waves/the bathroom where we decided we wanted to get a house and paint all the rooms lime green and purple because those colors looked amazing on the bathroom walls (I can't for the life of me find that picture of us), Anne Hathaway's house and garden and the BEST picture ever taken of us), Shakespeare's town and that graveyard that I was obsessed with (lost those pictures too, ugh), that really great Indian food restaurant in the Soho district of London near that gay bar where we saw those buff football-type men wearing skimpy gladiator outfits, Bastille Day and the fireworks and how disappointed we were that we couldn't watch it from the boat we had been on and those asshole local kids who threw full soda cans at us because we were tourists, the college district in London, that amazing feeling when we went swimming in Nice and could see most of the way down and the white sand, when the entire group taught B how to swim at that random river we stopped at to have a picnic and swim, Monaco and that AMAZING chocolate shop we found with the best white chocolate bars with strawberries pieces in it (yeah, remember how we were all shocked that I chose chocolate with FRUIT in it? haha), the perfume factory and seeing how they made the different shapes of soap and being able to buy a bunch of it and having the smells stay with us for hours after, all the flower arrangements I HAD to take pictures of to show my mom because they were that pretty and creative, that little sandwich shop in the town with that statue of a jester, the Eye of London and how freaked out I was because we were so high in the air, Windsor Castle.

I could go on and on. I miss those 2 weeks so incredibly much. I wish I could go back, right now. I would have done a lot of things on that trip differently.

 This is when I fell in love with Europe.

Le Petit Homee Vert

It's just one of those days where...

you don't want to do anything structural, or of importance.

It looks so dreary outside.
It's the kind of weather that makes me want to go home, crawl under the covers, drink hot chocolate, and read a book until my eyes are too tired to focus and I can no longer keep them open.
All I'd need is a thunderstorm and some kickass lightning to make it perfect.
Sadly, instead of me going like this..

my mind decided to be an asshole and act like this..

Yeah.. it's going nonstop. Too many thoughts in this head of mine.

Maybe I'll just keep going and going with activities and thoughts until my brain tires itself out.

Because I know that the only way I'm getting any sleep tonight is if I'm completely and utterly drained.

It's going to be weird sleeping on my own after having someone to snuggle with for the majority of spring break..
Yup, gonna be up all night doing projects and reading until I pass out.

[Edit:] Bright side? By the time I got out of class, it was beautiful out. The school fountain? Either they filled it while we were all away on vacation, or it filled up with rain water. Either way, it was so gorgeous out, and Katie and I had a nice short walk to get ice cream, etc. I LOVE flip flop weatherrr. (:

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Just saw this and it reminded me of something recent. So cute.

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Well, I guess it's off to waste some time until my last class. Then home to hopefully get some shut eye, after giving my housemates mucho hugs because it's been almost 2 weeks since I've seen them.

I love...

getting handwritten letters.

Just sayin.

They make me smile.

It's kind of funny how..

you get used to having things and people in your life.
To having those little daily occurrences happen.
And when they don't happen, you notice.
Regardless of how small they are.
You can't sleep.
You're off balance.
That's how I feel right now.

Headache.

My mind hasn't stopped going for the past few hours.

Such a fucking headache.

Hopefully I can fall asleep after I write this.

C contacted me. Apparently she tried to kill herself, twice.

Normally, I would feel like shit and try to console her.

And I never suggest to anyone to ignore someone when they say anything like that.

But.. she's done that so many times before, and I can't tell whether she's lying or not, especially since she texted me that.

Not that I could tell if she was lying in person.

Because she's an extremely great liar.

But when she told me, I didn't feel guilty, I just felt sorry for her.

Like, I don't think even she knows the truth about everything that has happened to her in her life.

I think she just has this warped sense of people and reality.

I don't feel the urge to help her anymore, at all.

I basically just said, "I'm sorry that that happened to you. I hope you get help. But I'm happy now, and I hope you will be too. Goodbye." And she hasn't texted me since.

I couldn't be happier about that right now.

I did talk to my mom today though, and almost had a panic attack after I hung up the phone. I legit couldn't feel my hands. Normally, I have to deal with my panic attacks alone. Thankfully, this time I didn't. And I didn't get as worked up as I normally do, probably because I wasn't by myself.

I don't know what it is, but my mother has the ability to rip my entire life apart and make me want to cry in about 30 seconds.

And everyone wonders why I dislike going home so much.

Oh well, it's something I should be used to by now.

It's kind of sad though.. when you get used to something like that.

Nobody should have to.

However, the past couple days, I've been really happy. It's nice to be able to feel comfortable with someone again. To feel genuinely cared about.

I think it's time for some quick meditation and sleep. Sounds like the perfect combo. (:

Happy.

I was talking to KC (I live with two different KCs) as we were leaving class today.

It was so sunny out, and we were both in really good moods because we'd had a fire drill before class and the quiz turned out to be the easiest thing ever.

And KC was just like, "I like this. All of us being happy at the same time. It's nice."

There's a lot of stuff attached to that statement.

It's been a rough couple of months, for all three of us.

But we've all actually be happy lately, and it's a nice feeling.

To not have to worry about things as much as I used to.

Yeah, there's still a few things I have to worry about, especially the future.

But for right now, I'm good.

Things are getting a lot better. And starting tomorrow at 12:25, I have ten days free from school.

Yesssssssssss. :D

Rambling.

"I’m afraid of commitment. I’m afraid of broken promises. I’m afraid of letting my guards down. I’m afraid of giving someone the chance to get to know me personally and making them a part of my daily routine."

I've never been afraid of commitment, or of having someone be a part of my daily life. I don't like the word routine, though. It makes it sound like love is this chore that you have to do each day. This tedious, unpleasant thing. But it's not, well.. most of the time. Some people can make it unpleasant. But others.. others bring this light to your life. Passion. Spontaneity. Weak in the knees. Butterflies. The whole deal. It's a good feeling, when someone can settle so comfortably into your life. And when you're with them, alone. It's like you crave them. It's this intense hunger; not just for the sex, but those intimate moments where you're curled up against one another, fingers laced together, and you can either talk for hours or lay in complete silence and be content.

I am, however, afraid of broken promises. This is why I tell everyone not to promise me anything unless they 100% mean it, and know that they will go through with it or can back it up. Too many people have broken their promises, so sadly, it's hard for me to believe someone when they do promise me something. Unless they prove that they can keep a promise.

I think I've always been slightly afraid of people getting to know me. My life, past and present, can be a lot to handle. Hell, it's a lot for ME to handle. Some people can't deal with the things I've done in the past. Some people can't deal with the fact that I care so much about others (which seems like an odd thing to dislike, but whatever). And then there's those rare people who embrace you for who you are, everything you stand for, and despite whatever flaws you might have or bad things you may have done. Those people make you want to let others in.

My guard.. I don't think it's ever been fully down. Not even with KMC. I almost let it completely down recently. But I couldn't.. I'm too scared to let it down right now. It's so hard for me to trust people. So hard to trust that people mean the things they say to me. I'm trying, I honestly am. But I am truly terrified of what could happen if I let anyone all the way in. I've never been that vulnerable.

Am I ready for that to happen? I have no clue.

I guess time will tell...

I wish....

that for at least one day, I could have the ability to say all the right things.

Instead, everything just comes out stupid or wrong.

I thought going to Lennox with KE would help clear my head, but we didn't get to do all that much.

It was really pretty there, though.

I wish we could have spent more time exploring.

There was this gorgeous stone church with a really big archway and a shrine to Mary or one of the saints.

The park wasn't much of a park.

Although, we did get this really old chubby man with no shirt on to take our picture with this cannon that was on display lol. Talk about having the most awkward conversation ever.

We had ice cream, twice. My body is so going to hate me later.

I actually got to not think about anything for about an hour today.

I went to my frat's game night. We played Catch Phrase. I'd never played before, but it was seriously hilarious. Half of that shit was too crazy to describe, and it got too awkwardly sexual at one point and we lost that round due to fits of choked laughter by me and another girl.

I came home and KC was home, so I told her I needed to talk and crawled onto her bed and we had a long talk. Literally, it's been about an hour and a half conversation that went from really serious to laughter. I think I've just been too stressed for too long, and it's been building up because I haven't found a way to relieve it entirely. I need to find the time to go swimming, even if I have to skip something important. I need to take a few hours and swim until my muscles are too exhausted to carry me forward.

I need that peace, that serenity.

Everyone keeps pressuring me to choose my future.

But everything depends on something else.

You can't have one thing without five other things first.

I choose my future. No one else.

Anyway, KC and I are munching on cereal and watching The League.

She's going to bed soon, though.

Who's going to stay up to watch a funny movie? This girl.

What a weekend.

For some reason, it feels like this weekend has lasted an entire week. 3 days feels like 7. I don't really know why. Maybe it's just because I'm exhausted in every aspect possible.

Friday and Saturday were amazing, not gonna lie. I had a blast.

I miss dancing so much, and it made me so happy to go dancing last night.

But, is it weird that despite hearing something that would make most people upset, I'm still in a good mood?

I don't necessarily understand it.

But today made me smile. It's like it's impossible for me to stay in a bad mood when I'm with her. She makes me happy, and I care about her, very much so.

And it's nice that she cares enough to worry.

But I've been broken so many times that I don't think that there's anything left to break.

I wish she would stop worrying. She has so much stress in her life already, she doesn't need to add to it by worrying about me.

And it's entirely possible that she won't break me. She thinks she will.

It takes a lot for me to be heartbroken. I don't think she'll break me.

And I wish she'd stop condemning herself when she hasn't done anything wrong.

She keeps saying that she'll do something wrong, but she can't know that. No one can.

She just needs to have a little more faith in herself, and trust that she's a good person.

She's such an amazing person, and she doesn't even realize it.

I don't think someone's past or past mistakes will define them as a person for the rest of their lives.

I wish she could see that.

I used to be a horrid person. I didn't care about anyone, I walked all over people, especially those I dated. I lied, a lot. I had no regard for anyone else's feelings, and what's worse, if I could've crushed them, I would have, and most of the time, I did.

But I've changed so much. I'm not like that anymore. I value honesty. I don't make anyone my doormat. And I care more about others than I ever thought I could.

I know she can be the person she used to, and I know that's what she wants. I think she can do it, she just needs to believe that it's possible for her to be that happy again.

And if I can help at all, I will.

I want her to be happy.

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My frat meeting was ridiculously long. We didn't even go over events for next week. Although, I will be going to game night tomorrow night. I miss just hanging out with everyone, without the stress of getting hours done, etc added to it.

JB isn't doing so well. So many bad things keep happening to her, and I don't know how to help her deal with it. I guess the best I can do is just be there for her if she needs me. I hope everything works out for her.

I FINALLY got to have a conversation with JS. It's been SO fucking long, I don't think we've gotten to sit down and talk since the beginning of September, if that. I miss her and my twin (frat twin) like crazy. We all used to hang out so often during pledge period. I can't believe it's almost been a year since that ended. She drove me home after the meeting, and we had a talk about our lives and relationships and work and school. Hopefully we can hang out the week after next. She's been so busy that she literally has no life outside of school and work. She has a full-time job (45 hours minimum for her job, and it's a legit after graduation type job, even though she hasn't graduate. I think it's with this insurance company, but she does appointments and stuff too.) along with our frat volunteer hours and a full course load. I don't know how she does it.

I almost fainted during the meeting. I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face, had a minor panic attack, and then had to sit down for a few minutes because I felt like I was going to pass out.
And yet, I had to go back and stay at the meeting in order to not get an absence and be declared inactive. Fucking hell.

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I cannot wait for tomorrow. After classes, KE is picking me up and we're driving to Lennox. I definitely need a day away from everything to just relax. We're going to grab lunch at some point, before or after her appointment, and just walk around and take pictures. I haven't seen her since January. Hmm, maybe I can convince her to go get my tattoo touched up with me. And maybe a new one if C has the time. We'll see. I won't expect it, but it'd be nice.

This class is completely pointless.

I cannot stand this class.

I'm kind of sorry that I took it because I've learned absolutely nothing.

But on the other hand, it's pretty much an easy A.

Like, I realize that some people are insanely religious. And that's fine, for them.

But they've never had to sit through a Biblical Interpretations class, and be the only Wiccan.

Hmm, I know my professor is a nice old man, but I wonder if it would change his opinion on my papers if he knew.

I wish there was a New Age or Pagan class I could take here, but apparently it's not "popular" enough and there "aren't a lot of people who can teach that." Bitch, there's a fucking Wiccan Church in our city. Really? Ask the High Priestess and see what she says. 

Grr, oh well.

So, yesterday I went on a shopping adventure, and my jaw dropped when I was in the book store. About 5 years ago, I was talking to one of my neighbors. She was this eccentric, short, pumpkin-shaped woman, and it was hard not to be enchanted by her. She was wackier than me. =P I loved her house. Tons of easels and paint everywhere, cats running around. Her backyard looked like a scene from The Secret Garden, except WILD. And she had this tiny cottage house near the garden. Every room was a different bright color. I would've gladly lived there. She gave my cousin and I drawing lessons one summer. Anyway, she had lent me this book series one year. I went through them in about a week. I have never so quickly fallen in love with a book. Up until now, I haven't been able to find them anywhere. But yesterday, I saw them in a 3 book package, and immediately snatched it up, as it was the last one. Then, of course, I made my way to the Wicca section. I sat there for about an hour, just reading titles. Barnes & Noble has a better selection, but I didn't feel like going all the way there so Borders it was. I wanted one on the Sabbats, but I settled for a small one on Runes. It feels good to finally start getting back into it.

I also went lingerie shopping. I always do that, whenever I'm angry, bored, happy, frustrated, need to think, I go shopping for lingerie. I only tried on 4 things, and I liked 1 thing, but it was seriously TOO tight. It was this little black sheer dress that just covered my ass, and it was completely see through down the middle in the front and back. My boobs looked fantastic. But i could barely get it over my hips. Note to self: If there is no large, do not try on a medium haha. Ah well, maybe next time. ;)
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Class ends in 11 minutes. Then I get to go home and relax until S gets here. It's gonna be a good weekend. (:

I didn't sleep well, at all.

You know when you have those fitful dreams, where you thrash around in your sleep?

Yeah, that was my night.

I ended up smacking my head into the wall.

Nice way to wake up, right?

My head has been pounding with a headache all morning.

Fucking a.

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I felt horrible last night. She was so stressed out and I couldn't be there to help. I didn't know what to say that would make her feel better, so I just sat there in silence, willing every ounce of calm I had to just make its way to her. That was a fail. =/ I wish I had a way to stop all the crappy stuff in her life from wearing her down. I wish I could kidnap her and we could go somewhere for a day or two. If it were warm, I'd take her to my hometown, to my favorite spot, the creek. It's hard for anyone to be stressed at that place. I wonder if my uncle put the dock out yet.. I'll have to ask my mom. It's something to think about. There's honestly not much else to do in my hometown until HITS opens (the horse show thing that comes to our town every summer), or until Stella's opens for the season. Well, there's two other towns to go to, but they're small and either hickish or hippieish.

Hmm.. I think some scheming is in order.

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Sitting in the library between classes, and for once, I have nothing to do. All my papers are finished. I have nothing do until after Spring Break. Break should be interesting. I'm trying to decide if and when I should go home to see my family for a few days. Don't really want to, but I'll probably have to. Mom's already asked if I'm coming home at all. *sigh* Maybe I'll make my RFM buddies come over if I do end up having to go home. We could have another cookie making adventure or go for a very long walk and just talk. So much has been going on lately, I miss not having them be able to come over or to go to AH's house (aka, the designated RFM Reunion house) to talk to and help me sort things out. I wrote them all a letter with a basic overview of my life right now, and I can just picture AH beaming as she's reading it and telling me that she's happy that things are getting better and that she's glad I'm happy. I can't believe her and her boyfriend have been together for over 4 years now. Where did the time go? They're going to end up getting married, I'm surprised they haven't already. And I can picture LH shaking her head at me and laughing at my silliness. I can also picture the massive hug I'm going to get when I see her, as I told her about a lot of the bad things that've happened. IC, goddess only knows what she'll say. She's the farthest away, and it makes the rest of us miss her even more.

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Some random things that made me smile today:

He's so adorableeee haha.

And he crows, too. =P

That awkward moment when you lock eyes with a cute girl and you feel like doing this:

But then you end up doing something like this:

But then she's still into it so you're all like:

Grief

"You grieve at the level you loved." - Unknown

I have never once cried at a funeral. For some reason, that seems odd to me. Like, if you truly loved and miss that person, shouldn't your body break into your emotions and show them? I know not everybody shows emotion, and that's fine. But it leaves me with an empty feeling when I can't show mine.

When my dad died, when I was little. I remember being in the car with my mom and brother and driving to my uncle's place. I remember my uncle running up to the car to stop it, and frantically telling my mom something. I remember her jumping out of the car and running full speed for the field. I remember spending that entire day at my uncle's with my brother and cousins. I don't remember a wake or a funeral. I do, however, remember my mom taking my brother and I to see the body. It scared me, seeing that. When you're not even 5 years old yet, you can't really comprehend the word 'death'. The sentence, "Your father is dead," meant nothing to me. All I understood was that he was gone, and he wasn't coming back. When she took us up to the casket, we were told to say goodbye. My brother poked my dad's face. I took one look and ran away. I couldn't go near him. I don't have one single memory of my dad, other than that moment.

My "aunt" Claire was an amazing person. She ran an unofficial adoption agency. (At least, that's the way it's been described to me.) She helped find homes for and took in 101 kids, my birth mother and I being 2 of them. I'm pretty sure she was at my birth (being that my birth mother was sent to live with her while she was still pregnant with me). She was like a 2nd mom ever since. My adoptive mother always tells this story of how fickle I was about people, and it's still a running joke in our family. Claire had told her, when my adoptive mom had 1st heard about me, that I wouldn't go to anyone else. I wouldn't let anyone else hold me, feed me, etc. (basically indicating that my adoptive mother might have difficulty with me at 1st). Now, when my adoptive mom went to California to get me, apparently, as soon as I saw her in the airport, I walked right to her. "She knew who her mother was," my mom always says. From that moment on, I wouldn't even let her set me down. On the plane ride home, my mom went to the bathroom and left me with my aunt. Well, I screamed bloody murder. I screamed so loud and so long that the stewardess went to the bathroom and knocked asking my mother if she could hurry it up, because I was disturbing the plane ride. I'm getting side-tracked, though. My aunt Claire was always there, even though she still lived in California, and my family and I lived in New York. She used to come visit us with some of the kids she had at the time, and we'd always do something fun, something special. When she was diagnosed with cancer, my mom, brother, and I wrote her a letter almost every day for over a year, and she'd write these 7 page letters back to us once a week. The doctors told her 4 months, she lived 4 years. And she spent the last few years of her life in New York, in her hometown. It was nice to be able to go to her house whenever I wanted. Hang out with the kids, holiday dinners with everyone, etc. I felt like I was so lucky, to have 2 moms. When she died, I almost felt my heart stop. I cried for about 10 minutes. 10 minutes? That seems ridiculous to me. I loved that woman with all my heart, she was like a mother to me, for fucks sake. How the hell did I show such little emotion? I didn't cry at the wake, nor at the funeral. How could I want to smile at such a sad occasion? I had to keep stopping myself, why the fuck did I want to smile..? I don't get it. Maybe it's because Claire was such an optimistic person. She was always smiling, laughing, doing anything she could to make others happy. Maybe I was happy that she wasn't hurting anymore. But it just didn't seem right, the way I was feeling.

K.M.C. I didn't cry when I found out she died. Not one single solitary tear. Maybe I was just numb, but for my best friend to die? Everyone that knows me knows that I loved her the most. There will never be enough words to describe how much I loved her. I should have came out with something. It took 2 or 3 days, but if you've been reading this blog, you know I broke down. We're talking heart-wrenching, barely-breathing, choked out sobs. I've broken down a few other times since then. It'll be 2 months since she died, in less than a week. I think I will always be scarred. I'll continue to live with a chip on my shoulder, a dent in my armor. And the walls that I've so carefully constructed? There's a huge crack in them. And all the secrets, all the mistakes, all the things I've always been to afraid to tell anyone but her, will come out.

It's odd how I've cried more in the past year than I have in my 1st 21 years of living on this planet.

Maybe the way I act about death means that I'm broken. My grieving process is such a weird, fucked up process.

[Note: Not an actual point to this post. Just ranting.]

Pretty fantastic mood.

Had the best weekend in a very long time.

Couldn't be happier right now.

I need to stop smiling, people just keep asking me what joke I'm thinking of, etc lol.

Whoopsss.

Also, saw this. It cracked me up. Because I definitely agree with them, especially 3 and 4. I am most certainly NOT including the penis part though. Blech.

Add ons:

9. Rip out my fucking ovaries.
10. I DO NOT NEED CHILDREN. OMG. 

Haha, enough said.

I was just sitting on the kitchen floor. KC said I reminded her of how dogs always lay down right in the way/middle of where you need to walk past.

I just didn't feel like standinggggggggggggg.

Lol. :D

Confession #44

Confession:

This is all anyone needs to know about me.

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Normally despise getting up early, although it happens every day.

My body just wakes up ridiculously early every morning.

Regardless of how little sleep I've gotten.
I dunno why, but I didn't mind at all this morning.

Yesterday and today were both such good days.

Well, except for therapy. That wasn't so fun. Definitely did not want to talk about my childhood just yet.

And I didn't get to tye dye with my frat today because it's raining. Grrr.

Blahh, Oh well.

Dying my hair again, I can never manage to let it stay whatever color it is for too long.

Besides, it was on sale lol.
And my new phone now works.

And I got 2 new bras, one I've wanted for awhile so yay.

I'm such a dork.

I really need to learn how to stop rambling.

K, off to dye my hair and then skype with GV.

We have so much catching up to do.

=)

Umm... yeah...

That is all.