It's so easy to speak.
(via tobeoutofcontext) Pas pour moi. I stumbled over my words so much today. It was so frustrating and embarrassing.
skinscreen: Soundtracks for ”Skins” Freddie...
I got a 5/25 on a practice PBA assignment because I got carried away with my vocabulary and my sentences are too complex for the format. So basically, all I need to do is be a little less smart and I’ll get a good grade on the district test. Okay. WHAT!? I HATE SCHOOL! Although, I enjoy being somewhat smart. I enjoy that I have the ability to take advantage of what feeble utilities of...
I love making lunches.
Making my kids’ lunches is going to be so fun. I’ll be one of them Bento moms! Heh heh Seriously.
IT STINKS EVERYWHERE IN MY HOUSE.
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP BEING GROSS.
I love the sun.
I need to wash my face. I feel good. What’s for dinner? It feels like it could be Thursday, but it’s only Tuesday. What the hell. This is a big week, too. Monday+Tuesday=nothing. Wednesday+Thursday+Friday+Saturday+Sunday=something going on every day. Oh.
I need to poop, but I’m a girl in public, so I can’t. I’m in newspaper, and I should be doing something like proof reading or something…or even finishing my story (even though I really can’t right now). I’m just really glad I don’t have to be wasting my time in Algebra. I’m glad I can be taken seriously after being in a class like first hour...
Cette mois l'annee derniere, j'ai dit:
” Just speak to me. Don’t talk. Make it worth something. Muster it all up and spill it all out into my cupped hands. I want to deal with something heavy that you tell me. I want to be told to make a box with a sturdy lock on it, and then I want to be told why and for what. I want you to hand me substance like a medicine ball. I want you to bend your knees and thrust it toward me. I...
Pig. In a cage. On antibiotics.
I’m at a loss for motivation. I’m getting on my nerves. I have now been told I have a shitty personality, directly to my face. This is what equates to my Monday. Oh, and I got an 100% on my algebra test.
There is no harvest without sowing of seed
I'M BAKING COOOOKIES.
I LOVE COOOOOKIES. They’re oatmeal-chocolate chip. They’re gonna be great. I’m in a kitchen mood today. It’s cool. Bodies are weird.
It was a dream, but even more of a flashback.
I was 11 and running aimlessly through a soccer game. A goal would be made and I would throw my hands up as if it was the triumph of a lifetime. I scored no goals as I was always closer to the middle of the field, away from everybody and the ball. My subconscious is telling me something. It’s bold. I don’t know what I’m doing today, but that’s alright. I wish it...
Oh dear. Oh me, oh my. Oh why, God, why? Why do I put myself through this again and again. I think I’m going to think about trying to put more restraint on myself. I often realize that things I say do actually sound like something a drunkard would say, or they’re just not great things for me to be saying. Also, I ate really absurdly and I didn’t get ANYTHING done. Literally....
Okay. Today. So, first of all, I got my permit and that’s a big check off my to-do list. It was a relief for a while, now, I’m scared of how lightly I was taking it. Driving is such a responsibility. I don’t have many responsibilities in my life. This is how you spell that: o v e r w h e l m e d. Also! I got asked to prom! That’s really cool : ) It isn’t exactly...
Today’s been a success, overall. Highlights: Starbucks, prepared for all classes, actually got something done for newspaper, beautiful weather, good run, didn’t over-eat, nothing to complain about for the most part. Just nice. The rest of the week should be a bit of a whirlwind. Paste up on Thursday and Friday, hopefully getting my permit sometime before Saturday, retreat team,...
I just spent the past 45 minutes, not to mention the past week, thoroughly rummaging through the house and car to find my iPod. FFUUUUUUUUUUU- Who you followin’? Who you starting to move like? Who you fallin’ for? Who you fallin’ for? Whose lies?
Hey, hey, hey Mr. Locksmith. Go get your crowbar.
whereyougonnago: jotterbook: Jónsi (Sigur Rós)...
I really love No One's First and You're Next.
OH MAN. My outfit is rully coot.
I just made and applied a strawberry/avocado/salt/honey facial. The hand I used to put it on my face is pretty soft now, so I’m guessing the outcome will be pleasurable. Time to START my essay, because I’m a really stupid teenager that waited all day ‘til 8 to be productive. Oh, and in case you were wondering, my dinner was absolutely delicious.
Another post about how much food excites me.
Dinner=flat bread pizza with so many options for toppings. Breakfast=apple fritters, fruit salad with greek yogurt, turkey bacon, and eggs. Life=delicious. And my mom got me a basil plant! Finally! I’m excited. Good thing I’m really hungry! I didn’t do anything on my list. That’s really stressful. But, I’m doing my essay tonight and I did all I could with my...
Brian, as I expected, gave me two perfect contacts for my article. BUT! Vaughn isn’t in the country, so I can’t write my festival story! D : Oh well. I can talk to other people. The point being that today is going well. If I found my iPod, my life would be awesome.
Tara’s probably going to be staying at my house for a good portion of Summer! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I’m excited.
Here are things I have to get done: Essay Newspaper column Festival story Get quotes for dumpster story Obtain my driver’s permit Here are things that’d I’d like to get done: Honey/avocado facial Transfer food into the new refrigerator! Upload pictures Decorate my phone Ruuunnnnnnnnnn Figure out the breakfast pot luck and how I’m going to feel okay about using...
Such a weird dream.
Change Vs. Progress
I can handle change, but when change means displacement of people and love, I get overwhelmed.
I don't even know where to start.
Maybe frustrated? That’s a good start, I guess. Or how about annoyed. Pessimistic. Stuck. Stupid. Angry. Sad. Insufficient. Gross. Lonely. Bored with everything. Forlorn. Nostalgic. I feel like I’m taking 17 steps backward with every one step I take forward. I feel like every opportunity I get a moment to be excited about, whizzes past me and it’s my fault I didn’t catch...
Tomorrow, I will pass my permit exam, plant my herbs, exercise like I did today, and hopefully go to Buffalo. Oh, and go to retreat team. And maybe get stuff done for newspaper, but I’m not too hopeful with that. I’m feeling kind of stressed because I have a lot to do and I’m not doing the things I wanted to do with my spring break. I’m over-analyzing it, too. Bah. At least...
OUT OF CONTROL in the most boring way
This was a nice first official day of spring break. I just wish I had gotten the energy up to run like I said I would. Poop. Now I’m going to spend the rest of the night studying and starting my essay. Awesome.