Goddess.likeneelyohara:wherearethewildthings:wurlitzerinspace:valenyna:spiltneedles:
adistance:lilytyger:warnthesun:fifteenfathoms:melancholyjen:centaineStill so beautiful.
I think my mom just grounded me for the majority of Christmas break because I haven’t vacuumed this broken light bulb up or gone to walmart yet. She told me to vacuum it last night, but I fell asleep, because I had a really long day and she knew that. She told me to run to walmart this morning, and I waited for 30 minutes. She freaked out and started yelling. I knew my happiness wouldn’t last.
Less than a year. Less than a fucking year.
Smiles.
Last night was good. We all ate dinner at Kaya. It’s so delicious there. Devin was pregnant. We demanded that we sit on the floor, and we did. It was terribly uncomfortable at times. But I loved it. I wish I wouldn’t have drank anything. Bad night. Making out is fun and all (haha), but…I don’t know. Bad night, is all. I’m quitting, as of now. Actually, I quit on the bus rude home with Liz from the speech meet. We were talking about it, and I realized how stupid it is. I do it to have fun and feel important. I do it to enhance the experience. I don’t want to do that. I want to live my life, as is. No judgement impaired. I’m doing this for myself. I’m doing this for a few friends, because I know it upsets them. I’m doing it for my mom, because she trusts me way more than she should, and I don’t want to have to say that.
Today, I felt loved and surrounded by friendship and alive (minus my horrid hang over, which lasted for hours). Portia Goodin is seriously the greatest friend ever. For my birthday, she got a cat hole punch for me. As in, instead of punching circular holes, it punches cat shaped holes. She knows me too well. She actually knitted me the most adorable hat in the world. It has ears. I saw Tim today for the first time since our dance lesson before Europe. We were together all day and it was great. I’ve missed him. And Liz, I just love her. She really does care about me, and it’s a nice feeling.
I love prose so much more than DI. I love having a book. I usually leave every meet miserable, because my script tipically failed and I know I have no chance of breaking. I found out that one of my judges gave me a first. That makes me so happy. When I found out I was positively glowing. If someone thought I did that well the first time I performed it, I can’t wait to see what I can do once I’m more practiced and polished.
Now, I’m tired, sitting in bed, drinking hot chocolate, and listening to the birthday cd Taylor made for me. Best cd ever.
Goodnight!
Sadly, people like this still do exist.
John: What homework are you working on?
Me: American history.
John: I was really good at that in school.
Me: Riiiiight.
John: Go ahead, ask me something.
Me: (jokingly) Who won the civil war?
John: Unfortunately, the north. But the south will rise again.
(He's being completely serious, too. He hates anyone of different races, religious backgrounds, political parties, and orientations.)
Today,
I have realized that I blush incredibly easily.
The Great Gatsby is such a great book. F. Scott Fitzgerald is brilliant. I’m in love with practically ever character so far. Nick, Gatsby, and especially Daisy. Jordan is kind of arrogant, but I like her. I’m not even going to speak of Tom or Myrtle. Even though it’s set in the 1920’s, I keep picturing everyone in extravagent dresses and suits of the 1800’s. I should probably not do that. Too much Jane Austen, I suppose.
Uncertainty.
Futures are uncertain. Lives are uncertain. People are uncertain. Happiness is uncertain. Change is uncertain. Relationships are uncertain. Love is uncertain.
Hope is certain. This, I am certain.
Lightbulb.
The Lovely Bones is seriously such a good book. As soon as I recieved twenty dollars in the mail yesterday from my father, I went to the nearest book store. I need to learn to manage my money. Especially when I have birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, and a trip to Europe to buy/save up for.
Devin and I are going to go to the grocery store and buy ingredients for chocolat truffles soon. We’ve got a French club Christmas party tomorrow. I’m excited. I’m falling madly in love with the French language. It’s nice once you just start getting it. I just don’t understand the imparfait tense. Future, present, past, and especially conditional, I do. Quite well. It makes me happy.
Haha, what exactly did I misspell?My/our birthday party is now this Friday, if that’s okay. There were too many schedule conflicts. No salsa dancing. What shall we do instead?
Oh, god. Drinking the night before a speech meet is probably, definitely the worst idea ever. Oh, well. Happy birthday to me.
I believe this is the first time (of what I’ve seen anyways) that you’ve had a Tumblr Typo. Old age is gettin’ to ya, Sarah! :)
