Work out your kinks tomorrow so you can be good on Saturday– My loving father
Throat issues. Fuck everything.
Tomorrow is jazz band. The setlist is 32 songs. I’m in a whole lot of them. My throat hurts like a BITCH. Currently sucking on a Ricola and making lemon tea… with a melted Ricola in it. And honey. Please get better, throat. Please?
May I just say that this is an outfit I am proud of? Because I am. I really am.
Is it bad that I wanna see Dylan Dog?
You know what bad timing is?
It’s when a commercial comes on saying “one in four children are suffering from hunger,” when you’re stuffing a sandwich in your face.
I just HAD to stumble upon those oven mitts from...
I bought them for my teacher. They have pictures of hands on them and one says “love” and the other says “hate.” They’re big, hairy, gold chain-wearing hands. He told me about Night of the Hunter and how Robert Mitchum’s hands are tattooed like that and how he once dressed up as his character for Halloween and no one guessed who he was, so he stopped wearing...
Christ I'm never wearing a bathing suit again.
Ew it’s crazy exercise time
Why aren't I more offended?
My “friends” or the people I eat lunch with everyday all have cars. They all hang out together. They speak to me in school. They speak to me at lunch. They don’t get angry at me when I sit near them. Why trick me into thinking that we’re friends and then leave me out of every single activity? I realize that I’ve never been invited to hang out with these people and...
i think i've figured out what my dad's getting me...
an ipad…. i’m touched that he’d buy me one, it’s very nice of him. but, i really don’t want it.
Sometimes, I want to go public with this blog...
But, that would mean I couldn’t post the things I like to post about unless I really didn’t care anymore. I keep thinking that after graduation, I’ll go public with it. But, I don’t know. I feel like it’s incriminating, but I still kind of want people to see what it is that I think.
Not celebrating 420 this year
But, in the spirit, I might watch “Super High Me.” It is on instant, after all. I kind of don’t really care about 420. The point of the holiday is to smoke pot. If you plan on celebrating, this means that you have probably smoked pot before. So, why is 420 any different than any other day anyone wanted to smoke pot? I don’t know, just my opinion. My relationship to pot is...
Dear iPhone autocorrect.
I typed “gracias.” That is a word. I swear. I was not trying to text the word “gravies.” Is “gravies” even a word?
You know you're old when...
You can’t fit a ring pop on your finger anymore. So sad.
publicdomain: please smoke weed. Peer pressure! hahahahaha
I got asked to the proooo-ooom
I have a dress and I have a date! Friend-date! No pressure! Finally going to prom with someone! Finally going to a fucking dance with someone. 6 years of lonely, awkward shindigs. This may still be awkward. But at least not lonely!
Can't stop eating
Pickles and popcorn.
I don't know why being pretty is so important to...
But it is. I can’t help but want to be the most attractive girl and try so hard to be. If I don’t feel physically attractive, everything else just doesn’t matter. Sometimes, I feel genuinely pretty. Others, I feel like I’m trying too hard to convince myself that I am and know deep down that I’m repulsive. I just wish I didn’t have to care, but life really is so...
Why would my eye doctor ever tell me that I should put Johnson’s baby shampoo into my eyes. OW. They’re bright freaking red and painful. Blinking hurts.
I got a prom dressss!!!!!! FINALLY.
I think I like it. I don’t know. Cons: My uniform kind of makes me look like shit, already left my nametag at school, and I haven’t been able to talk to anyone except for the other hostesses who all speak to each other in Spanish. I think that one of them doesn’t like me. I said once that it was hot, and she looked at me, said nothing, then turned to another hostess and was like...
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on...