~acidtoxin

Alright buddies.

I'm getting sick of looking at the quiz I have up. I hate how all the bold words POP out at me.

Lessee. I'll tell you about everything that's been going on in my life.

My best friend might come stay with me for winter break, being that lonely old me is in Ohio, and she is in my native California. We're going to start a company together, and our first order of business has been to make Nondenominational Winter cards, the design for which I've posted here.

We're going to send them out to all our friends and family, blah blah, but the important part is that it will have our company name (soon to be thought up) on the back. Our first product ever.

Yay.

Then, I've been getting loads of sleep lately, which means I've dreamt. Of the past 5 nights worth of dreams, there has been one boy who has appeared in them, and I miss him and hate that junior year is super busy, and can't wait until this summer when I vacation in my Cali and get to see him again. Though the part I'm most excited about is all of my friends. Such lovely people, I miss them. I need to reply to their letters.

So, I'm in a play at school. I cut my own bangs, my hair-cutterer has this way of cutting my hair so it never split ends, but my bangs will soon do so because I am not my hair-cutterer who is also 2000+ miles away.

I got a part I didn't even read for because apparently I'm perfect for it. However, it involves a lot of movey actions that I can't do with script-book in hand. So I need to memorize my lines, by tomoro. I get a whole scene to myself, and nothing else, so that shouldn't be hard at all.

I'll so kickass. I love the play, I love the people. I get lots of hugs. Hugs are my drugs. My daily fix. I also get picked up a lot, it's not very hard. It makes me dizzy, and gets kinda annoying because like, if someone needs me to move, they just pick me up and move me.

I mentioned before lonely old me in Ohio. I'm not lonely. I've got loads of people to turn to, which is a big big deal for me, because I used to have shy issues and be a loner type of person afraid of human contact, and here I am, still meeting new people each week. I love it. I love meeting people. It's so fun. Getting closer and getting to know people.

I realized I'm a spoiled brat. I realize my parents do so much for me, but I still can't bother to respect them. I realized I shouldn't argue so much, and stop being a brat and victimizing and blaming everyone else. But I'm still partially in denial.