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March 31st, 2010
{via} I’m not always good at saying things out loud, but ink is some sort of liquid courage for me & so I send notes instead of speaking words. I’m not as nice to myself as I wish I was. I’m not as nice to others as I wish I was sometimes, either, & I’m not proud of that. I’m not into confrontation & I’m not March 30th, 2010 For awhile, I’d been posting my Skinny Titch stuff on a separate site, but then I decided that eh, I was sort of over it because I can barely fit in updating this blog sometimes, so why have a separate one? Plus, y’all are so nice and friendly and supportive of me anyways, so selfishly, I want that burst of encouragement once a week over here. Anyways, if there’s anything March 29th, 2010 I’ve been blogging through my school years. If you’re so inclined, you can start here, finish preschool, & join me in kindergarten & then in first, second, third, fourth, fifth, & sixth grades. Seventh grade marks the start of middle school, & I don’t know if I’ve ever been so nervous. My dad drove me across town to my middle school, starting a morning routine of him & I March 27th, 2010 It’s Saturday, so technically, my two weeks of break are done & over, something that breaks my poor little heart something fierce. Still, breaks wouldn’t be so sweet if they were forever, so I am coming to terms with the fact that on Monday morning, I’ll don my teacher apparel & launch into a unit on poetry & genres of it & once again be behind an overhead. Le March 26th, 2010 The scene: Me, driving to meet up with a friend. A woman rudely cuts me off and generally drives like an aggressive little so-and-so, causing me to throw up my hands, say words I’m not comfortable typing and generally air my frustrations audibly. At the next light, the woman pulls up beside me, and my windows are down. Hijinks ensue. WOMAN: WHAT THE **** IS YOUR PROBLEM, B*TCH? ME: … March 25th, 2010 I don’t ever remember a time in my life where I’ve had that perfect, dreamy porcelain skin. Also, when I was younger, people used to tell me a despicable lie that went something like this: “Your skin will totally clear up when you’re older!” and “Just wait ’til you turn 20, everyone’s acne clears up in their 20′s!” AU CONTRAIRE. Recently, my normally fairly-clear skin has been acting a little March 24th, 2010
Okay, guys. So, in case it’s not totally obvious, I’m crazy. Like, legit crazy. Neurotic weirdo crazy. Whenever I make such an assertion, well-meaning souls are all, “OH STOP, YOU’RE SO NOT!” Until they eat with me. One of the most obvious outward expressions of my weirdness is my sandwich eating technique. Above, you see a sandwich. A Subway Cold Cut March 23rd, 2010 I mean, I’ve basically accepted the fact that no matter what I do, my mom will always trounce me in the the Awesome department, because she’s a billion times nicer than me, completely hilarious and not to be all anti-feminist or whatever, but she is awesome at laundry. I keep waiting for something to kick in that will make me be good at laundry, because growing up, my mom was March 22nd, 2010
{via} People who get into the Express Checkout with more than the stated number of items {i.e. 15 items when the sign says “10 Items Or Less”}. In a perfect world, the register would publicly mock them, something like, “DON’T YA KNOW HOW TO COUNT?” or “CAN’T YOU READ?” or “ARE YOU SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU NEED TO SHAFT THE PEOPLE BEHIND YOU?” I have March 21st, 2010
{via} “The whole point of being alive is to evolve into the complete person you were intended to be…” — Oprah Winfrey I’ve been sort of quiet over the past few days, just taking it all in & accepting the fact that in a few months, my life could look very different than it has for the past three years. The response of |
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