I’m pretty sure I’ve gone out and done things more in the past 3 weeks than I did all of last summer. Learning how to meet new people. Learning how to trust the ones I already know. Learning how to conquer fears. Learning how to cook a little. Learning how to live. I love this.
embereve replied to your post: embereve replied to your post: I’m eating a… I could only imagine, you’re little old church-going mother mking an anatomical refrence to a banana 0.o Tell me about it. -.- …Did I ever tell you about the thing with the marching band bus driver? I grabbed my …shiny unicorn-y thing, out of it’s tube with my mouth (I had no free hands at that...
embereve replied to your post: I’m eating a banana. And my ENTIRE FAMILY is… ewww…weird…thats weird..knowing your family…..weridd…. It was awfulllll. And yes, really weird. I didn’t even know they were capable of speaking about such things. D:
I’m eating a banana. And my ENTIRE FAMILY is making the most ridiculous. comments. ever. They think they’re sooo funny. After how they freaked out earlier? I just don’t get it. Bah.
me: Where are you going?
dad: Downstairs, to check what I caught on the cameras while you two were down there.
me: ...Oh my god, do we really have cameras in the basement?
dad: Yeah, why? Were you doing anything that I'd be upset if I saw?
me: ... HAHA, NOPE NOTHING. NOTHING AT ALL. TRUST ME YOU DON'T EVEN NEED TO CHECK! HAHA. HA. Ha...
"It's fine love. :)"
I've been searching around to see how involved in...
I just sent a whole bunch of emails.
- To my councelor at college - because the website isn’t accepting my Student ID number. - To my college roommates - because I just found out who they are! - To campus housing - because they gave me shit diagrams to make bed lofting decisions from. No responses. I that campus staff isn’t there because it’s like 8-o-clock, buuuut what if my roommates think I’m weird and...
Hey followers, serious question.
If you were my [possibly super-catholic] college roommate, and you saw Fifty Shades of Grey sitting around on my bookshelf/desk/bed/wherever, would you judge me? I seriously want to read it, because I seriously have no clue what I wanna read right now to see what all the hype’s about. But I Googled what it’s about, and there’s no way in hell my mom’s letting anything like...
"Why do you always have to tell everyone when...
1.) I told two people. Because I love them and need to talk to them when I’m upset by anything. And it directly involves one, if not both of them. 2.) Honestly, if they do, I don’t really care. Make me happy, make me feel imprtant for once, and they might feel differently about you. As would I. That’s all.
I planned my weekend perfectly.
Possibly go to my boyfriend’s Friday night. Make it to his grad party on time, with plenty of time to get ready and look nice beforehand. Stay as late as I want to. Do my hair while my parents are gone, so they can’t complain about the fumes and my brain cells and “why can’t I be happy with being ugly like God made me”. And, perfectly on cue, in come my parents to...
comakid: the world is a beautiful place and i’m no longer afraid to cry.
So, can I just quit food, or….? Seriously though, it’s been full-on attacking me for the past two days. Except tonight, no one around me really cares. “Oh, you don’t know what’s going on? Clearly you’re fine then.”