So now the scramble to figure things out begins
Yesterday, I posted about the lovely news of being accepted into all three of my college choices - which is great, but at the same time kind of shitty because now I have to make the decision of where I want to go, and I’ve got to do it fast. Yes, I know I technically have until May 1st, but all of the entrance bursaries for each of the schools are due within the next couple of weeks. So I should decide fast, right?
So far, college choice #2 sounds the most persuasive. They sent a bunch of information for me; not just about my program and the health/dental plan either, but about what activities the school and town had to offer. It sounds so exciting! Plus it’s close to Joel, Mel and Karen, and as a bonus; Karen and Daren both cook amazingly 
baha just kidding, I mean that I have family close by if anything were to happen. It’s a bigger city too, with more job opportunities available. And more clubs by September, I’ll be nineteen!
So college choice #2 is what my little heart is pining for now…but with all of the great things it offers, it is very far away. I have an offer for a roommate, but I don’t think my dad would approve. My mom doesn’t really approve, heck the only person who would support me there is probably Karen. I suppose my parents do have reason to be all “NOT A CHANCE IN HELL” because I haven’t “known” him that long. I do know him though. Yes folks, I’m talking about the boyfriend. He offered to move with me because he doesn’t think 4 hours of space sounds like a heck of a lot of fun. Mom would prefer if I moved up there by myself, or with a female friend…
I know how 25 minutes of distance worked out last time, and yes NSN was a complete douche bag but distance does change a person, so that thought is scary. I like things how they are now. I don’t want to complicate things so soon on. Booth isn’t the kind of person to bail out on someone anyway; even if we as a couple didn’t work out (and honestly folks, I can’t see that happening) then he would still be there to be my roommate.
We’re both Gemini’s, and we both do have quite the temper…but the funny thing is Booth knows when I’m angry and I know when he’s angry. We either stay clear of each other for a couple minutes/hours, or talk things out. Usually it’s the second because half the time the arguments or whatever are completely bogus things. Booth and I both came from pretty shitty relationships and therefore subconsciously fear the worst. But we’ve come a long way, and Booth is the most patient and understanding person I know.
Despite how perfect of a roommate he’d be, I’m still hesitant because I don’t want to ask him to pack up all his stuff and move away from his friends and family again. It’s not easy to do that, and he feels like he just got home. We’re both between a rock and a hard place though because we know that 4 hours of distance between each other just sucks hardcore.
I know, I know…I shouldn’t be making my college decision based on a boyfriend, especially a “new” boyfriend. But if you knew us and our relationship, you would be considering it too. Booth is a great catch and guy. Sure, he has his flaws and I know his flaws, but what’s a person without flaws? A Stepford Wife? Yeah. I don’t need a Stepford Wife. Booth and I have been upfront and honest about everything, even the dirtiest of laundry so I have no worries there.
I’m the kind of person who loves cuddles, and a 4 hour drive for about 2 hours of cuddling just doesn’t seem like a smart decision. Hello gas prices and early bankruptcy!
Ugh. Pros and cons then shall we?
Pros:
- It is one of the finest colleges in Canada.
- They offer a lot of student services, and ranks above the provincial average in student satisfaction, employer satisfaction and graduation employment (which means it’s more likely to get a job after college).
- The town it’s located in is one of the 10 bigger cities of Ontario, which means more people. And job opportunities. This means more of a chance of flourishing and finding friends who aren’t mindless sheep who conform to fit in.
- It’s not that expensive to get an apartment somewhere, and with help from student loans and stuff it’s definitely something I can afford. I’m sure Value Village would have some furniture available!
- I have heard better things about this program then the other school’s program. It’s located near a Children’s Aid Society, and if I worked my butt off then I could land myself a job very quick!
Cons:
- It is 4 hours from home…and I know I would probably miss my parents and sisters quite a bit. And my friends of course.
- If Booth came with me, he would be making a huge sacrifice. I don’t want to ask him to make any huge sacrifices for me, because if things don’t work out then he’d be bitter. Or he would be bitter and things wouldn’t work out because I would feel guilty all the time.
- If he stays at home, then that’s just another person to super miss while they’re gone.
- Money, money, money.
So ya, there is my pro/con list for college choice #2. When I get the packages from college choice #1, I’ll do a pro/con list for that too. Ugh. I wish I could decide right now though. I hate having big decisions to make; they eat away at me until all I want to do is dig a hole and cry.
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12:31 pm |
Upgraded with a burnt tongue
So I’ve been upgraded to WP 2.5, and it’s pretty high tech and stuff. Well to me anyways, I’m sure it’s really not all that high tech and I’m just completely techie-tarded and therefore it just seems all high tech. It’s probably not.
Sorry for the rambling that is just sure to happen in this post, I am exhausted. Yep, exhausted. Last night was the dinner rehearsal, and that went all swell and dandy (for the most part, minus a B2 outburst when we were waiting for my mom in the car - but we’ll not go there now). McPout got us all very lovely bracelets and compact mirrors to thank us for being in her wedding party, and the guys got Swiss Army knives. The dinner was amazing - seriously, the cheese on that lasagna was like seriously 12 inches thick! Mmm!
I had a great weekend 
I hung out with Booth at the shop like all weekend. Saturday (before the dinner rehearsal) I got to meet one of his ex-girlfriends. Well she was more or less an ex-friend who played mind games or something. That was interesting, she’s engaged now and kept talking about it and referring to her fiance as her fiance instead of calling him by his name, sort of like she was rubbing it in you know? They were an interesting couple. Her fiance kept attempting to belittle Booth and put him down, but it totally didn’t work because Booth is totally an amazing guy and everybody already knows that. Apparently, it ticked her off when Booth came up behind me and held me while I sat on the stool…my tip off was the loud smooching she did directly after she witnessed our public-friendly display of affection (a.k.a a hug). Truthfully, before I met her I had been a bit insecure. Now I’m definitely not.
And today I watched Booth get some colour in one of his tattoos, it was pretty sweet. I like watching the tattoo artist working on tattoos because it is so interesting to see how it all comes together…the blending and such. If I didn’t have such crappy motor skills, I might consider being a tattoo artist!
Speaking of careers (ok so that wasn’t really speaking it was more or less a brain fart); I got accepted into all three colleges! Now what was choice #1 isn’t really as appealing to me as choice #2 because college #2 (a.k.a choice #2) is located right near a Children’s Aid that accepts placement students. That’s good. I could get a job there directly after college. But college #1 is close to home.
I don’t know, I’ve got a lot of talking with my parents and thinking to do. Bah. Well at least I got accepted into everything!
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11:15 pm |
Why I Hate Bikes
I started reading Jessica’s posts over at So Supercilious and soon became addicted. I’d like to send you all over there, to yet another teen blogger with amazing vocabulary, grammar, and typing skills - and wit on top of all that! Perhaps we aren’t so rare after all! But anyways, my intentions of this post were not to whore the poor girl out (although I totally did that…go figure) but where to talk about a lovely experience involving bikes that I had when I was younger that this post here reminded me of.
Go read it first, then come back. That’s right. Good minions. Now anyways, at the end of her post she asked what would you have done in a situation like that…gone up to him and asked him if he was alright, or just stand there laughing? I answered with the truth; after laughing my insanely round bottom off, I probably would have attempted to see if he needed any assistance, but knowing myself I would have just laughed some more. I wouldn’t feel guilty because, well…I’ve been there.
Well, not exactly there…since I’ve never lived in a subdivision before I have never had the pleasure of riding my bike into one of those green boxes. Remember folks, I live in the boondocks. But I have flown off my bike before!
I must have been in perhaps grade 5 or 6. I was out riding bikes with my younger sister, Jo. We were visiting the girls close to our age who lived down the road. They had a really freaking long drive way, and it wasn’t paved because duh, we all live out in the country. It was a gravel stone drive way. With lots of rocks and indents from the ground sinking. So we rode up their driveway with no problem at all, and found out that our friends were not home. Regrettably, we headed back to the boredom that is our house.
Jo lost control of her bike and fell sideways off it. I turned my head to look at her and laugh hysterically, then my front wheel got stuck in a rut and I flew forward off my bike and slide a couple feet forward on my belly. This hurt, a lot. I ripped my elbows wide open and bled quite a bit, but despite that…I was still laughing hysterically. I found this situation to be the funniest thing ever, and totally wished that someone was filming us because we so could have made millions on American’s Funniest Home Videos.
So yes, I would have laughed at that poor sap, because I laughed at myself when something like that happened to me and I totally would have expected anybody near by who witnessed it to laugh hysterically along with me.
But yes, I hate bikes…not for that reason at all, but because whenever I’m on it I transform into a 500 pound person. I can’t peddle up hills at all. I totally pushed my bike up any hills - no matter how small - whenever I dared take it out.
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9:57 am |
Words
This morning I got up early for a change, I was supposed to work on my writing again. That didn’t happen though. I got a call from a dear old friend of mine, Kiwi, and we spent like literally 3 hours talking on the phone. She’s three hours away at college, and I haven’t seen her as often as I would like to in the past year and a bit 
we both don’t drive, so I tend to go up whenever our mutual friends with cars are going up. That hasn’t been for a while lately. She was home last weekend but I missed out on seeing her because she couldn’t get a ride to the after party. Anyways, a very much needed girls night has been planned for next Friday, and I’m pumped!
Kiwi is going to try her hand in blogging. I won’t reveal her link for a bit though, because she’ll want to get started and used to it before I send a bunch of people over to read her. It probably won’t last long though, a lot of my friends have flings with blogging and never return. Peterpops had a blog, in which she wrote one post on how she was a vegan. Heh. I guess my friends just aren’t as dorky as I am!
Has anybody heard the song Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis? I love it. I keep singing it and I can’t get it out of my head. That and Kiss Me Again (Stuttering) by Ben’s Brother. Two good songs…if you like love songs/pop. Whatever though. I do! I realize that my tastes in music are so abnormal…I’ll listen to anything so long as I like it. I’ve got Rob Zombie to Miley Cyrus on my iPod, and the list goes on and on. I hearts my iPod, I would be completely lost without it!
I’m excited for spring…because after spring comes SUMMER! Is anybody else as pumped as I am? I can’t wait for hot weather, beaches, pools, lakes, camping, everything! I’m not sure if I’m going to work at the recreational group again. There has been a lot of drama with the board, and last year was bad enough with crap from them. I want to only because I love the members and I am comfortable with my job there…but just in case, I’m going to hand out resumes at other places. I’ve been searching Job Bank and Monster looking for good jobs, but I suck at navigating those sites. A week or two more and I will have heard back from the local community college that I’m shooting for, and from the further away college that I would rather go to. The community college is my first choice, and the further away college is my second, and then the boring town college is my third choice. I was already in a boring town, and that didn’t work out to well. I felt suffocated by the lack of interesting people around. I didn’t flourish at all in that environment. I’m worried that the same thing will happen again if I go to the boring town college. It’s a small town, which means there won’t be a lot of people…which means I will most definitely feel suffocated again.
Gosh, I’m the weirdest person in the world aren’t I? Luckily all three colleges have good reputations for the program so it doesn’t matter where I go really…except for the fact of being a weird person who needs to be surrounded by a lot of different types of people or else flourishing will not happen.
I’m still eating this bag of Lindor milk chocolates. I have got to stop, since exercising and I don’t get along. I can’t keep sitting here eating junk and not working or getting any kinds of exercise!!!
I really need a job. I think I’m going to go back on Job Bank and Monster and re-attempt to navigate to a great, high paying job where I don’t have to do a lot of stressful things for a paycheck.
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2:41 pm |
Excuse me blog…are you broken?
So I have noticed several strange things about my blog today. All the comments from this post are gone, and I’m pretty sure I updated with pictures from the bridal shower after party. Actually I know that some of the comments from previous posts are gone and that post I put up about the after party is also gone, because I still have emails on my gmail account with comments from readers. But the post is gone. And those comments are too. I also can’t upload any photos. So I am very confused.
Perhaps my blog teleported back in time or something. That’d be cool. I bet your blog can’t do that! Actually perhaps this isn’t such a good thing, since I lost a funny post full of funny pictures from the after party and a lot of the really awesome comment responses you guys had. So I guess it would be correct in saying your guys’ blogs actually work and mine doesn’t. Darn it.
So like anyways, I had been trying to update with these really cute pictures that my friend Grillz made for me of Booth and I…but every time I attempt to upload it, I get a Wordpress error thing saying “the uploaded file could not be moved”. Insert very sulky face here, because those pictures rock.
Perhaps it’s an error with Wordpress? If so, I’ma gonna bust a cap in Wordpress’ ass. Just kidding! But it is annoying. Now I actually have to amuse you with my words and not my face. Great. Seriously though? I am annoyed that my gangsta post is gone. And the comments. I did get to read them luckily!
Anyways, today I got my ears and cartilage repierced. I would totally show you the awesomeness of it, but I can’t because my photo uploader thing isn’t working. I don’t even know if my posting thing is actually working. Stupid thing. But yeah, now I can totally wear the cute drop earrings to McPout’s wedding - which is in 3 weeks! Insert scared/excited face here. Thanks. Maybe I should get smilies too, to express how I’m feeling. That would be nice.
Sorry, my mind is all over the place. So back to my day; Fuzz took me and one of his friends to the piercing place and then he ditched me at Booth’s house. All I had wanted to do was drop off a super awesome belt buckle that I got Booth (it spins and is a skull! Totally piratey) but Fuzz didn’t want to hang out for like 10 minutes. So he ditched me. Jerk. He’s been doing that a lot lately.
So I hung out with Booth at his house, we watched some lame TV shows and made food and talked. Then my mommy came and got me, and here I am! Wondering why my blog is all broken and stuff. Perhaps it is depressed. Maybe because I have been sucking in the update department because I am always so freaking distracted.
I have Lindor Chocolates near me right now so I’m literally plastered to this chair until I inhale the bag. But honestly, my life has not been all that interesting. If I’m not hanging out with Booth (which is interesting…to me, but not to everybody else. Gushing gets annoying after a while) then I’m at home, on Facebook, reading, or watching TV. Or sleeping. I have been looking for a job since I’m so needing money, but I’ve been unsuccessful. My life has been good; I have my moments of “GAHHHH! This SUCKS!” but other then that everything is just sunshines and daisies and rainbow freakin’ butterflies.
Except for my blog being all wonky on me. Seriously, is anybody else having this problem?
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11:30 pm |
I Don’t Make a Good Gangsta
So Kate finally got the pictures from the after party of the bridal shower up. They are hilarious, and definitely not flattering of me at all, so don’t expect beauty queen pictures here. I’m posting a few of them because I just know you’ll get a laugh out of them; and every celebrity needs those “bad day” photos…who cares if mine are everyday? Bahaha!
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10:42 am |
My Wish
The bridal shower was spectacular; Shannon got a lot of cool stuff for her house. The conversation was never ending; and always expanding to include everybody within hearing distance, so that was pretty cool. The after party was pretty hilarious too; Kate, Shannon and I danced to Rihanna’s Umbrella song and used pool cues as props. It was pretty hilarious. Then we had mom dancing to Beyonce’s Check On It, she was dippin’ it poppin’ it twirkin’ it and stoppin’ it!
I also had my granny doing the Crank That Soulja Boy dance while we were setting up for the bridal shower. It was quite awesome, if I do say so myself…just as cool as the time Papa was dancing to Rob Zombie with Shannon and I at Christmas!
I also attempted to dance with Nelly, but unless he’s doing Ninja rolls that guy has two left feet! Heh. Shannon’s going to have a blast at her wedding 
I was so cranky last night too, it was hilarious. I was tired, sick, drugged up on cold medicine, and a little tipsy thanks to Charming and his shots (he convinced me that if I did a lot of shots then my cold would be gone when I woke up this morning…if anything it’s 10x worse!). Oh well. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have an older brother, guess I know now: it’s just as annoying as having older (and younger) sisters.
I wish I had some of the pictures from last night! They were hilarious! Shannon’s neighbor got a bunch of really funny ones of us singing “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood, and she also got some good ones of Booth and I holding Nelly’s adorable baby nephew, and some of just me and the baby. Too bad she doesn’t have Facebook! Charming kept calling me the Facebook queen; but it seriously doesn’t beat his old nickname of Charming!
3 more weeks until Shannon’s wedding. All this wedding stuff has me thinking about my future and if I want to get married. I have never been very religious, I am definitely spiritual…but I don’t believe in going to a church to get married when I’ve never gone to church and I don’t exactly believe in what they preach (well, a lot of what they preach anyway). But it does look like fun! I haven’t decided…but if I did my wedding would be totally gothic and amazingly cool. My dress would have a corset and be either black or red, since I definitely wouldn’t want traditional. Maybe I’ll married in some castle in Ireland or something, that’d be cool. Or England! Haha! Who knows.
Anyways, I’m excited for Shannon’s bachelorette party next month! Just two weeks away, and I’m already planning a couple surprises for her (which I won’t mention since she has a habit of reading sometimes heh). I definitely want to record it though! So I’ll start looking for the camcorder I bought mom for her birthday one year. It’d be hilarious to have a hidden camera somewhere! Catching people doing hilarious things!
I’m still super sick. I caught Booth’s cold, only mine is 4 times worse. I hate colds. I know the best thing for it is sleep, but I can’t breath out of my nose so sleeping is made VERY difficult. I don’t know what it is, but I have to breathe through my nose in order to get a good night’s sleep.
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1:00 pm |
Black and White
So I spent basically all of yesterday cleaning the house for the bridal shower tomorrow. I was quite impressed with my progress; I had tackled the front closet, pulled all the shoes out, swept and steam cleaned the floor. Then I put all the shoes back inside in a nice order. After that, I washed all the dishes and swept the kitchen floor. Then I tidied up the living room and family room, and then dusted. Then I vacuumed. When Kate got home though, she had a bunch of chores for us to do that a non-domestic person like me would have never even considered doing because we just don’t think that way.
We scrubbed the kitchen cupboards, baseboards, walls and wiped down the outside of the refrigerator. While doing this odd task (well I think it’s odd anyway) I told Kate that when we’re all grown up with places of our own, she’s totally going to have Christmas dinner every year because she has a critical eye and if she ever came to my house she’d probably find a million things wrong with it. Not that I wouldn’t keep my house clean, just that I wouldn’t think of insignificant things like baseboards. Who looks at baseboards? I sure don’t. I look at the people, and make conversation. So long as there isn’t food squished into the carpet or dirty dishes with mold in them sitting on the kitchen counter, I’m fine. Stinky things make me woozy.
Anyways, at some point today my grandparents are coming over, then it’s food prepping time. I’m not exactly looking forward to this because I feel like butt - I’m totally sick. I sound like a frog when I speak and I think my hip is dislocated. Of course if I bring any of this up to anybody, “I’m just looking for an excuse to get out of it”….or so Kate said last night when I told her I was done scrubbing the hell out of the baseboards because my hip feels dislocated and is causing me an overwhelming amount of pain. I was simply explaining why my scrubbing skills were sucking, and why I was moving on to different chores.
Anyways, so Kate thinks I’m going through some kind of crisis. Apparently she didn’t know that I had my belly button pierced, and when I was complaining about the fact that it is still infected thanks to that stupid hot tub, she told me I’m definitely going through a crisis. There isn’t any other explanation for all my “piercings” (I only have like four; my nose, my lip, my cartilage on my ear, and my belly button). I don’t think that liking piercings means that you’re going through a crisis, I think it just means that you like piercings. I’m not going to go overboard overboard; I just want my ears pierced and then basically I’m done with them.
I guess that some people see things in black and white, with no in between. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing or anything…I just don’t see things that way. I tend to see things every colour of the rainbow. I’ve always been one to think outside the box and see past appearances, and I’ve always found it hard to communicate with people who are stuck in the black and white section.
Anyways, I’m going to go make some breakfast I wish Booth was here to make me scrambled eggs, he’s really good at it! Cheesy scrambled eggs too!
P.S. The contact page is now fixed! So you can easily get a hold of me
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9:19 am |
The Way I See It
I am an open person, I always have been and I always will be. Drawing a line on things has never exactly been a talent of mine. I tend to cross the line faster then I can draw it. Being open with who I am and what I do doesn’t make me a bad person. I respect that some people are more private then me and draw lines on what is appropriate to talk about and what isn’t; and I do know the difference. I just don’t do that here…its a blog. A blog is basically an online journal. I started it because I wanted to improve my writing skills and have a place where I could go to vent, be silly, and most importantly…be me.
I will and do make mistakes. I blog about those mistakes for personal reflection and so that other teens who are stuck in the same stage of life as me can have something to relate too. I know that when I read a post about someone’s tough situation that I can relate too, it makes me feel a lot better about myself. It makes me feel less alone. I’m glad that I can provide that feeling for other people too, just by blogging about the stupid things I have said or done.
I don’t see a need for concern, since I’m not doing anything that my parents don’t already know about. Karen keeps a close watch on me, so that if I let something dangerous slip she can tell me. I never do though, because despite my openness I am still safe about it. My location and even the names of things or people remain anonymous or changed. I am aware of all of the online dangers, and I know that I wouldn’t fall victim to something like that anyway.
As for Booth; what is too quickly? If something feels right, why should you hold back? When Brad died, it taught me a lot of things. Life can be over in an instant, no matter how young you are…so why hold back on anything? Tell the people you love that you love them every single day of your life. If things with Booth don’t work out, then I will have at least learned something from him and our relationship. That is how it works: you date to learn things about yourself and what you want from a relationship. I’m hoping things do work out because he really is an amazing guy.
So what if he has tattoos and piercings? They don’t make a person. Everyone has a right to do whatever they want with their bodies. He is well aware of the fact that one day he will get old and probably saggy, but that doesn’t take the enjoyment out of them now. I completely agree with that. Besides, I don’t see many elderly people showing off lots of skin anyways.
Yes, I do have a tattoo. It’s in an area hidden from the general public though, and I love it. I don’t regret it at all. I accepted your opinions on tattoos; which is why I didn’t want to tell you guys about it in the first place. My parents knew when I got it though, because I spoke to them about it. I have many scars on my body that are in plain view and quite hideous, this tattoo isn’t in plain view and the artist did a beautiful job on it so I see no reason to be all upset over it.
And Booth is not the cause of this either, since I’ve had the tattoo and my own face piercings since before I even met him. Before we even started dating, I was already thinking about getting a few more.
I personally don’t think that I am doing anything wrong. With all things considered, I think I’m doing awesome. I’ve made a name for myself - even if it is small - in the blogging world. I won a Bloggie. I’ve had journalists ask me if they could interview me about my blog. I have regular readers who enjoy what I have to say. All that and I honestly haven’t even been trying hard. This isn’t my best foot forward, its the uncut raw foot. Despite that, I’m doing good, which really does make me think that I can make it as a writer - if I ever settle down enough to finish a book.
I realize there is a lot of stuff on this blog about me that you didn’t know, and probably shouldn’t know…that way you could continue to picture me the way you would like me to be. But all things considered, you don’t have to read the posts. If there is something on here that you don’t like or don’t want to hear about, you don’t have to read it. That is the beauty of reading something: you can always stop.
I am an adult now, and I’m aware my actions have consequences…such as this. I didn’t mean to make you guys angry at me, but I don’t want to edit who I am. I’m the kind of person that is open, and the type to jump into things way to quickly. Sure, this could be disastrous, but at the same time so can missing opportunities because I didn’t jump the gun.
I love you guys; and I’m sorry if the content of this blog upset you in any way. I’m my own person though, and I am who I am. Mistakes and all.
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11:04 am |
Sausage Pants and Ceiling Cats
I got up early for a change today, because my dad said he would be driving me to Booth’s house before he goes to work…and he usually goes to work very early. So here I am, up early…dressed in my sausage pants because I can’t afford to buy jeans that actually fit right. Instead I get to wear the same pairs I’ve been wearing since my early days of high school. By the way, pants that you’ve had for like 5 years will make you look like your a sausage in casing…no matter how thin you are. I feel and look like a sausage. I can’t even nap on the couch because these damn things are so damn tight! Ah well, the tighter the pants the harder to get into them I always say!
Not to mention, I have yet to do my wash so I have nothing else to wear except for dresses. I don’t feel like wearing a dress today…and I wore one the other day when Booth and I hung out. It was my super kick ass emo dress, which I love and will have to somehow take a picture of to post. Alas, I don’t have a camera anymore I busted it at the volunteer weekend.
So whenever I get the money, this is my shopping list:
- Top of the line camera
- Several pairs of nice-but-comfortable fitting jeans
- Pretty tops
- Party tops
- Scrapbook stuff (because I actually plan on taking scrapbooking up - yep, I’m that cool)
Hmm. I think that’s it for my shopping list.
Anyways, June the 15th can not come fast enough. I’m completely pumped for my birthday this year, not only will I be 19 but I’m actually going to do something for a change. Usually I talk about how I’m going to throw a huge pool/backyard party, but I never do. I would have last year but the pool wasn’t even open so ya, no point in a backyard pool party eh? This year, JD is taking me clubbing with a bunch of people; we’re going to take a limo there So yes, definitely reason to be excited!
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8:30 am |
