The more I think about attending NSU this upcoming semester, the more anxious and disappointed with it I am. I totally thought the school had a French major, or at least a Linguistics one, but they have neither, it turns out. ]: So I'm once again dicking around. I'm talking to mi padre tonight about OU and calling their financial aid tomorrow to ask about loans. I'm not sure what I want to do with myself, but the one thing I'm most inclined toward, I can't achieve at this rate. I don't want to be in school forever. Rawr.

As it stands, this is my schedule of eighteen hours if I do attend NSU this fall:

Monday-Wednesday-Friday
General Chemistry I = 8am
Piano = 9am (M-W only)
General Humanities I = 10am
Elementary Russian = 12pm
Guitar = 1pm (W only)

Tuesday-Thursday
Criminology = 9:30am
Speech = 11:00am
Chemistry I Lab = 2pm (Th only)

Baarrrrrgh. I'm still going to CLEP out of Elem. French I and II, if possible. I'm scared that OU will be just as full on their classes as NSU was, if not more so. I had to rearrange almost everything due to classes being full - that's what I get for enrolling on the last day of June - so maybe OU would be just as pointless an effort. But it won't hurt to check.

Looking at that schedule, I'm much less thrilled than I was when I first set it up. I'm so scatterbrained. I wanted to take Anatomy and Physiology, but Zoology is a prerequisite and was full this semester, as was Physics. I'm excited for most of the things on that list, but I still don't feel like I'm accomplishing much toward any definite goal. And I know I'll try my hardest to keep my 4.0, but something keeps whispering to me about failure, and I'll just have to prove my doubts wrong in that aspect.

Hargen dargen shmargen. I'll know what I want someday. Maybe.

Happy birthday, Cory-Face! :D I wish I could have given him a better gift, but frankly he doesn't deserve one with the way he's been acting toward me; at least spending the day together was a good experience.

This past week has been busy, it seems, but I haven't really accomplished much. :/ I need to get things together. School, work, etc. Those are all things I'll worry about starting Monday since tomorrow is completely booked, also. Bargh. Summer makes me lazy. And not having a home with my goals on the wall to see everyday isn't helping. Get it together, get it together, get it together....

SPIDERS ARE FUCKING EVERYWHERE THIS YEAR. I can't walk two feet without climbing up the nearest tall structure/person in reaction to spotting one. And they keep getting bigger, and I keep panicking more violently every time. I'm starting to handle smaller ones better, but I was literally on the roof of Miss Daisy the other day because I saw a huge one, even though it was at least three yards away from me. askdkashgjkashldkjh aauughhhhhhh

The past few days have been mostly wonderful with only an abrupt bottoming out really once that I can remember.

+Friday- Sam threw a miniature "party" that turned out nothing like I expected, and I wound up babbling about everything (or, rather, nothing) to a very indulgent at the time not-quite-boyfriend.

+Saturday- Said "yes" to being someone's girlfriend again. Cleaned up Sam's mum's for the fambly's return. Finally met this Emily girl and spent a couple hours "gettin' pretty" with her and my favourite Ashly. Daaaate; there was hardly a moment in Get Smart when I wasn't laughing. ♥

+Sunday- HAIR HAS BEEN COLOURED, YUS. The morning was spent with Sazam, like always, and we made me a sexy redhead (pictures eventually). Things with Cory somewhat sucked on Sunday, but surrounding myself with supportive, loving people made things easier. Almost the entire day was spent with Ashly, Joe (by the time I leave those two, I only love them more), and Emily, and the drum circle has inspired me in a really refreshing way. Fell asleep while watching something, as per usual, but wonderful boyfriend understands.

+Monday- Was great from the very beginning. Tried to be some sort of sweet before leaving Joey's, and spent the day with Sam not!buying party supplies. Went home with her and watched the extremely awkward and unsatisfying porn I found in Sgt. Spein's room (which leads to today's outing). Saw my miss Meg before heading to Jewstan's for conversing and watching him down almost an entire bottle of wine all by his onesie. Back to Joey's briefly (asldhjhdasgkjlghdkajlhkslajhf ♥) before heading to Cory's for a ( long, serious talk that resolved certain things. ) Then home to Sarah!! YAY! 8D I could only stay awake to see her for a little bit, but I loved it.

So, to sum up the past almost week - I have wonderful, amazing friends and am managing to remain the luckiest girl in the world. Also, my boyfriend's a super hot Reverend, lalalalalala~!!

Today: pr0n shopping with Sam and Meg, and whatever else comes my way.

I read through the climax of I Heard You Paint Houses yesterday at work and could not cencor a brief, "No. NO. Frank Sheeran, you bastard!" Finished the book this morning and found it both satisfying and very, very wah wah. It was entertaining, educational, and made you feel for men who did things "good" people generally avoid. (The way Frank described Hoffa's death with such passive words, trying to distance himself from the incident, showed his remorse and made me forgive him in the end.) I'm going to have to find a copy somewhere to keep for myself so I don't just keep the library's.

Gatnabour turned out decently. Not very different from how I normally eat my rice. Om nom nom. ♥

Today, at the secondhand bookstore, Cory and I found Korean military vocabulary workbooks from 1973. I wanted them sooooo badly but settled for a book on palmistry instead, content with the promise to myself to keep practicing my languages and be more dedicated. I want to try to pass the French CLEP exam for serious this fall. When I get my next assignment, I'm going back and getting all of the issues of The Sandman that they had.

I love all of this rain. More, please! ♥

♥♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEGGGGGG ♥♥
You so old. Like, damn. <3

The main course of the Vietnamese, Ca Ri Ga Nuoc Cot Dua (chicken curry in coconut milk), turned out very well. I thought my eyes were going to fall out while making it from all of the spice involved. Sam wasn't in the kitchen and was almost crying. xx; But it was delicious, and eating with Sam and Jake was nice. Making the banana cake (called Banh Chuoi Nuong) with them afterwards was fun, too, but it did not turn out very well. >>;

I was going to make Armenian tonight, but I'm exhausted and doing that whole "thinking of food makes me ill" thing, so maybe tomorrow.

Cory came home tonight. Seeing him was wonderful and not at all awkward. We talked like we should have always been, and he apologized for being such a dick lately. I'm happy he's home and that we can see each other, but mostly I'm glad that he finally seems to have some sort of motivation for himself. All he could talk about was his job interview and getting college applications and becoming a nurse. With time, I'm sure there won't be any tension at all, and he'll stop hating me even a little eventually.

CU called and should have my stuff processed soon. I'm anxious, but much less so. If it's NSU, so be it. Sam's reaction was cute when I told her in a disappointed way that I might have to stay there. "YAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!! ...I mean, awwww, I'm sorry, honey." I love that girl.

I can't wait until five-thirty tomorrow. No work, maybe cooking, movies, and a ~*daaaaate*~ on Saturday, oooooh~ ♥

House sittinggggg. I'm exciteddddd. That's where I am right now. (This spacebar is crap, so if my words run together, it's because I'm tired of going taptaptaptaptapSLAMtaptapSLAMtaptaptaptapSLAM. =___=)

Eddie, or, as I've already deemed him, Lap Spaghetti, has not left my side since I've been here. Needy kitty is needy. But I loves him. Mostly I'm excited about cooking myself fun dinners each night. I'm doing something from the Vietnamese cookbook I got from the library tomorrow. We'll just see how that goes. Eeeee! ♥ Being here alone will probably drive me a little crazy after awhile, but Sam will probably visit, and Jake lives right across the street. If anything, I can harass miss Roth when I get desparate for human interaction but don't want to pay for gas to get it, la la laaa~

Life is good.
And me? I'm getting there.

( semi-cryptic tmi, just to get it out of my system )

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that a) CU will offer me something amazing, b) OU will help me negotiate scholarships/other funds, or c) I will wake up a billionaire sometime in the next month or so. Otherwise, it looks like I'm shipping back to NSU. FROWN. I'll be happy to go to school with the people I know and love, but I know I'll just feel like I'm wasting my time again. If I stay there, next year I'm applying to schools everywhere, especially prestigious ones and ones in Washington D.C. so I could attempt for CIA scholarships/internships. I just don't want to be in school forever. I wish I could just go back to the beginning of high school and kick myself very, very hard. Baaaaah, it's what I get for being a lazy, foolish teenager. prz be kind to me, CU. ;~;

I just wish my blood family could be more supportive. I'm not asking them to give up whatever luxuries they enjoy, but maybe not order pizza EVERY DAY instead of putting a bit away for me. And padre basically has been no help whatsoever - a man who believes you can still get by well without a degree in this day and age has had a secure job for a long time. And not even financially supportive, sometimes, just not telling me I'm too whimsical and have no idea how the world works. :/ Mnaw mnaw. Really, if they weren't negative and bitchy in general, we'd get along better.

I know why I've developed all of these ambitions, though. My mom talks about how depressed she is all the time. Every woman her age I know seems miserable. I don't want to be anything like that when I'm her age. AT ALL.

Starting tomorrow, I'm watching Sazam's parents' house for a week. Digital cable and a Wii all to my onesie. 8D They know I'm not a drinker but made it very clear where all of their alcohol is and that I can have at it if I have "one of those days", lolz. One more week of this temp job, too, which I'm glad for but hope I can get another one immediately.

I need to: finish the three books I've been in the middle of forever, become more disciplined, start working harder on those goals - specifically the languages, cosplay, sword-fighting, guitar, and back-handsprings. GO GO GO, DO IT DO IT DO IT.

ps - as usual with one of my less useful talents, i think i've gotten myself into more than i bargained for, or accidentally put myself in a position i do not want to be in. hopefully not, but we'll see.

Adoptive grandma is doing better, which I am very, very glad for. Old people make me nervous, but she's always been very kind to me. I was ready and waiting to give up a kidney if necessary. Which would ultimately ruin my instant black market million plan, BUT THAT'S HOW GIVING I AM. But really. I love this family. ♥

Watching people get moved into homes and hearing them talk about the benefits of something after a full year makes me feel somewhat disoriented. It sounds flighty and childish, but I can't imagine keeping the same job for a whole year. I can't imagine living in one place for a full year, a place called home just for me and whomever I might be staying with, without feeling just the slightest bit trapped. I'm sure it would be wonderful; I look at the couples I know who have made homes together and know I could probably be happy like that one day, all situated and going about life together. But the more GO GO GO chaotic part of me would just get restless right now knowing there's a whole world to see. Hmmmmm.

Randy will probably propose to Sam soon. I know she probably gets scared sometimes when I talk about all of the places I'm going to go in my life, but I hate to think she'll just be gone with him one day. All of these thoughts of traveling have me ready to go.

Last night I dreamed about driving into a town under quarantine. It was in some kind of dome that was invisible until you passed through, and then there was no getting out. It was held in place by huge, black dragon fly things, and the people inside were either extremely paranoid or horribly calm. I got stuck with a paranoid group; they made me change clothes about seven times and wouldn't let me eat any potato chips even though there was no other food in the town because "they taste like fish". I sneaked away from them, got past people shooting at each other and lots of death on the street to find wolfram003 talking to one of the calm townspeople. The other person was naming off old bands, asking if she had heard of them, and Sarah said no to Queen, at which point I was finally like, "Okay, NO. Sarah knows Queen. This is just stupid." Annnd the alarm woke me up. 8D

We (Jake, Cody, and I) missed Friday the thirteenth last night. Boooooooo.

I would enjoy a tasty BRRGRR. I miss Wildcat. ]:

I've never actually seen that Discovery Channel commercial, but I spent a good couple hours reading about commercials today, and that one was mentioned a lot.

My job is super boring, but it's only for another five days. Most of the people there are still very friendly, but a good portion of them are somewhat rude. And the IT guys are dicks. :/ Oh well. The woman who hired me, Erin, really likes me, so that's okay. I'm trying to be a really great worker for them, which means I overshoot sometimes. I had to plan a Day Camp fair thing for the employees and had a list of about seventy camps to call and invite, but when I asked my supervisor, "How many do you think I should cap this at?", she said, "Oh, you know, four or five." Pffft. And, while I love Sudoku, I could probably do something more productive in the eight-ish hours of free time I'm alloted daily. D|

Also, they block the strangest things. I can read about sex and check my horoscope/numerology/etc. all the live long day, but certain recipes (particularly Irish and Maltese) are inaccessible. 'kaaaaaayyyyyy...?

CU is being fairly cooperative. No word from OU. And NSU keeps calling, but the retard trying to reach me never leaves a message, so I call back and get the switchboard. If I manage to answer that schmuck, he or she is getting a good lesson in how to effectively reach a person who is frequently unavailable.

I love the phone charm wolfram003 let me have so much. ♥

..so I'll quickly summarize and add to anything later.

+ Akon was a very good time. After fixing Miwako a little, it felt good to wear it in public, and I got a lot of compliments on it (which felt really nice since that dress gave me so much grief at times; and it's nice to hear that a costume you made completely on your own was worth the effort). Being part of breaking the World Record for most people in video game character costume was lots of fun, even if everyone around me did nothing but bitch the entire time. One girl actually recognized who I was - Nastasia from Super Paper Mario - and was really cute about asking for a photo. Annnd good old Niou was saved for Sunday. I always love cosplaying him, and people actually could name me at a bigger con like that. Yaaaayyyyy. And! I finally got to meet Emily! I wish we had gotten to hang out more, but it was good to finally see her! ♥ Pictures of the weekend later, k?

+ I can has better job. The temp agency set me up with a receptionist job for the next two weeks. It's Monday-Thursday, seven to five thirty, at ten bucks an hour. And I can come in for overtime on Fridays if I want. The people there are all really friendly and helpful. It is boring playing solitaire for ten hours a day, but it's only for eight more days. I really like that about the temp agency, I'm not stuck with some boring job I hate for very long at all. I've been described like a gypsy in the way I roam around, so a temp agency is fitting, I suppose.

+ Moving Joey into his new apartment was fun fun fun, and swimming came out of it. \8D/ It's a really great place, spacious and pretty and right by a library. It makes me want a place of my own, but I know I a) couldn't afford it and b) would be very lonely if I didn't have a good roommate. =__=; I really love it and am jealous. And probably shouldn't have made it another home in my collection the very first night he stayed there. >>; Sorryyyyyy.

+ Seeing friends. I spend pretty much every day with Sam in one way or another. And going out with Ashly, Liz, and Colana (Lolana?) yesterday was basically wonderful, topped with extra sprinkles of Meg and Brock goodness. ♥ I miss Andrea and Veronica like no one's business, and I need to be better about coming home on time to see the family. And Cory and I have been pretty rocky lately, to say the least, but after a good talk yesterday afternoon during which he got a lot of anxiety and depression off his chest, we're fine again and talking better than we have in a while. I've probably said it a thousand times, but I'm very lucky to have the friends I do and love each and every one of them.

+ I got my Cherokee card filed. Unfortunately I can't apply for the scholarships this year, which leaves me with the same amount of panic as before about money and school. Hopefully Colorado will give me loads of monies. We'll see where I am five days from now and not worry about what's in a couple months so much.

Annnd that's the rundown. My woman's making me breakfast, so I'd better hurry on over. Laterz, el jay.

I had a dream that I ran into Kayla after years and years. I really hope she's happy and healthy.

New job interview today at eleven. I'm so nervous about it; I really want that job. It's mail processing from eight until five for nine dollars an hour. It won't be exactly riveting, no, but at least I don't have all morning to think "I hate my job, I don't want to go", get afternoons and weekends off, and will be pulling in only a little less than four hundred a week. Gods of Employment and All Decent Jobs, pleeeeease let me do well today so I can start work next Monday.

We leave tomorrow for Akon!! I still have to finish up Nastasia's wig (which won't be hard - is just a bun) and find/make her glasses. And if I get the job today, I'll see how much I can get done with Aburatsubo. I'd love to have him finished, but I won't be heartbroken if I don't. I'm just really excited to be cosplaying and con-going again. And to be painted blue. 8DDD

( this entry started off as a one-liner )

Circumstances could have been better, but it was so, so, so good to see one of my best friends after so long this past weekend. A lot of that hurt has evaporated, and one drive home made me more confident in our friendship. "I'm extreme like Mike Mangini. I'm extreme like SEX." I haven't laughed like that in a while. The misunderstanding was kind of much, but I feel better knowing he'll still be there for me no matter what.

I Heard You Paint Houses is such a good book. I've always been intrigued by organized crime, and reading an inside story about the most infamous disappearance in American history is just amazing. All of the little anecdotes about serious mob bosses have me hooked. Frank Sheeran might be a great story weaver, and parts of the book may or may not be fabricated, but it's still a good read, and an informative one. I'm in love with it, and it's only furthering this interest in becoming a detective of some sort. ♥

New job is...alright. I'm just being super negative about it. I am still going to apply other places and maybe only work there part time, because I can't sit still like that for eight hours straight. They didn't give me the days I said I couldn't work off, they didn't give me the hours I signed up for, and their dress code policy is fairly stupid for a job where I sit in my own little area all day and no customers or agents see me. And of course, because of Akon, I won't be getting any "two weeks perfect attendance" raises or whatever, eff. (Which is double frustrating because at this rate I won't have Aburatsubo done by then. Super disappointing.)

But Sam and I have decided to sell a kidney each on the Black Market together. We'll have matching scars, which would kind of be the most bad ass thing ever.

I feel really queasy. I have since I got up before six yesterday. Maybe it's because I'm running on limited sleep, but that's not what has my stomach bottoming out and the rest of me a ball of nerves. C'mon, confidence, you can do it.

Work at noon. Booooooooooo.

p.s. I've only seen Raiders of the Lost Ark, but Kingdom of Crystal Skullfuck (ahahaha, I want to go back to bed) was more than a little ridiculous. I don't feel so bad for falling asleep through parts of it.

Orientation at Data Exchange in forty-five minutes, eeeeeee! I'm so glad they called and that I don't have to put up with retail. ...I really need to get an actual social security card one of these days. :x;

KEEP YO DIGITS X'D SO I CAN HAS MONIES KTHXBAI.

It's only been a few days since I last posted, but it seems like so much has happened.

Saturday was spent out at the Renaissance Faire, dancing (stepping all over Joey's toes, more like =___=;) and playing and somehow managing not to get too bad a sunburn. The rest of the day felt very good, too; there's nothing like lazing around outside in the warm sun and cool shade with someone worthwhile to talk and laugh with until stars are the only source of light. Those quiet moments of being content are rare for me and make me feel alive.

Sunday - took Munchkin bathing suit shopping and went with Joey to see Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay (perverted old men are awkward, but it was a funny sort of movie). I stayed up late finishing A Great and Terrible Beauty, too; it was too predictable for me. I'm trying to escape that first person thing, so I might have to postpone Saving Fish from Drowning for a bit. Maybe until that book about Jimmy Hoffa arrives at the library. *g*

Annnnd today, Sam and I went job hunting some more. I had an interview for Carmax, but they can't tell me anything for the next ten days, and I need to start making money. NAO PRZ. I have an interview with JC Penny tomorrow, and I could probably get one for a phone answering place, too. Randy was talking about working for a detective for a hefty sum; after he teaches me a few defensive moves and how to use a pistol effectively, if I feel confident enough, I might volunteer. It makes me remember how dead set on being a detective I was when I was little for a while and kind of brings the feeling back. Maybe that's my dream job after all...

I wish the world didn't operate on money, that I didn't have to stress about how I'm going to pay for my schooling because I am and am not a number of things that don't benefit me whatsoever. I'm a little disappointed in a lot of things - my unemployment, being stuck in limbo over where I'll be in three months, having way less done on cosplay than I would like, my head trying to explode every night, etc. - but for now I'm doing my best. Plan B is still there, and if not, I'm decent at improvising. At least I'm no longer so panicked that I'm seriously contemplating becoming a stripper, ahem. If wishes were horses, I'd be the most successful rancher in the history of ever, and I could feed the world on my surplus of equine brrgrrs. 8D Whatever happens, my life is and will be epic, and that's that. ♥

I need to get myself into gear. Starting tomorrow, I will: finish sewing Aburatsubo, find a decent job, work at tackling things on my goals list (mainly practicing the languages I've neglected recently). On the upside, I'm currently wearing Sam's size three pants. 8D Huzzah! There are improvements to make, still, up I'm getting there. La la la, some things are immensely stupid right now, but life is always gooooood.

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SHIT.

Apparently, after paying off school, I had way less in my account than I had thought and over-drew. And then did it again. And again. And again. Each time on, like, a few bucks in gas, but, of course, each charge over is an extra twenty-five to the bank. My last pay check from work study went in and saved me, so I currently have thirty-six dollars to my name. I AM SO FUCKING POOR AND JOBLESS, SHIT.

So it looks like I won't be doing anything but applying for jobs and working for a little while, which I don't mind. It's just very frustrating to have that kind of thing happen when I need it the least.

Being told about it could have been better. Instead I get a call four and a half hours after I went to bed and had the pleasure of coming fully into consciousness to the sound of my mother screeching at me. She told me I didn't have to repay her when we paid off the last bit of school, but the first thing out of her mouth was, "How are you going to pay me back now!?" alkdshjgkjhagkldjhljdhfkljahdgklh THANK YOU FOR EVER BEING SUPPORTIVE PAST WHEN IT IS BENEFICIAL TO YOU, PARENTS. IN THE FUTURE, DO NOT HAVE CHILDREN IF YOU DON'T PLAN ON RAISING THEM WITH SOMETHING RESEMBLING LOVE AND EXPECTING THAT THEY COST MONEY. But I'm eighteen now, so I have no right to complain, really. I'll just work my ass off to pay my mom, Mary, and Sharon back, find myself a car, and put myself through school next semester. I'm sure there could be worse situations.

...shit.

Computer's fixed, hooray. This laptop gives me nothing but grief.

I'm sick of pride and feeling like people look down on me when I'm not perfect, take every slip up I make and wave it in my face as often as possible to let me know I'm not so great. I mean, really? I'm not in life to compete with anyone else. I make mistakes; I, personally, wouldn't be alive if it weren't because of a mistake (which is probably the case with most of the people I know), so I believe they are a big part of what makes me human.( I don't want to be perfect anyway. ) I'm working on my insecurities, but having them pushed at me makes me resent the people around me when I really hate to be bitter. I don't mean to be presumptuous, but maybe that thing moms tell their daughters is true: You're jealous. Or maybe you're just really mean-spirited. Either way. I just need to learn to ignore it. You be proud; I'll be happy.

Erm...I think way too much. :x; Believe it or not, I'm in a good mood. I really feel like going. NOW. I'm tired of being a burden on everyone.

I finished Sunshine. Eh. :/ It was alright. And I've started A Great and Terrible Beauty. Maybe it's all of the first-person view, or maybe I'm just being cynical, but it feels really dressed up and too forcedly witty in some places, and not incredibly accurate to period sometimes. (I felt the same way when it came to the wit in Sunshine, so it must be the first-person thing. Boo.)

Aburatsubo's arm pits are not where they should be. 8D; Oh well. I put what I have on, and I still have work to do, but it's going better than I had hoped with my second unsupervised outfit and with stretch-y material. It will be an okay costume, a warm up for when I do Allenby this summer. Excitedddddddd.

But I still don't have a job. I need to put in a few more applications, but I'm really hoping on Data Exchange calling me back soon. My first week out of school has been somewhat busy, but I'm anxious to start working, even though I still don't know anything about school next semester. Eh, I'll have a nervous breakdown about it in the near future, and everything will be fine. ♥

A good portion of today has been horrible.

Mercurius loathes me at the moment, so I will be MIA until the problem is fixed. I promised the Gods of Computers I wouldn't flip anyone off in traffic for a whole week, but apparently this offering is not pleasing enough.

]:

My voice is dead. It's doing that stupid "I'm not going to work properly for a week, have fun baaaaiiii~" thing that I could live without. At least I'm not as exhausted as I was the day before yesterday. =___=; But there was a pleasant surprise: while I was trying to get some rest and being a pathetic ball of disgusting in my room at Mom's, Cory showed up out of nowhere (he doesn't have a phone and has been staying at his dad's in Sulfur, so this is why it's double shock) and wound up listening to me whine for the rest of the day.

Mom's Day was decent, even if both moms I had food with picked Golden Corral, of all places. Last night, Munchkin, Sarah, Joey, and I all went to see Speed Racer (three of the four of us dressed up because somebody didn't want to wear a mustache (juuuust kiddiiiing ♥)). The movie has my approval; it was bright and colourful and lots of fun, just the right mix of serious and extremely goofy. Watching Steven Colbert about Rain beforehand probably wasn't so good since I wanted to shout "RAAAIN!" every time he was on screen, buuuuut...

( mrrrr )

Today, I'll try to take it easy on my voice, but I'm going to have brunch with Sazam and play dress up with Ashly later, and hopefully drive out to see Meg at work since they work her like a slaaaaave (and I miss herrrrr). ♥ GO OUTSIDE, EVERYONE. SOAK UP THE SUN. 8D

I'm not a know-it-all and hate people like that, but I really hate when people tell me I'm wrong about things I've actually looked into and care about. If I say it's important to me or my favourite of something, I think I know a little about it, kthx.

( don't mind me and my babbling )

FINALS ARE OVERRRRRRR. 8DDDDDD I only have work tomorrow, and then the semester is completely finished for me. I'm leaving with my precious 4.0 intact, which I'm very glad about. Then I get to go home, find a job, and start working on a lot of goals on my list. (I really excited to start learning back handsprings/flips. Gawwwwww.)

As much as my mom and I fight, I'm really glad she's there for me when I'm being ridiculous and pathetic. She seems disappointed in me or like she thinks I'm very foolish most of the time, but she'll be proud of me no matter what as long as I keep going with who I am and trying to be a good person instead of giving up. Thanks, madre. ♥

This song kind of makes me think about the things in me I want to change. Sometimes it makes me :/, but times like right now it makes me realize how much I've changed and how much is good. It's a good song.

IT IS SO COLD IN HERE AND I HAVE WAY TOO MUCH ENERGYYYYYYY