If only I had money. I would have a car, pretty clothes, no worries about college, or ever having to borrow from friends. Life would be easy.
You know what? I think that’s all I want. Because with money, I could have everything I freaking want. I would be a lot more confident in myself. Pretty clothes? Money for nice haircuts? Make-up? Accessories? I’d be freaking gorgeous. Confidence babeh! And where does confidence take ya? Happiness. For realsies. Like whenever you want something, “Oh, hey. I have confidence.” “OH JEZUUS TAKE EVERYTHING I HAVE.”
Like, legit, that’s what would happen. I like the word legit. I probably shouldn’t. Yeah. I’m going to write my little heart out because I can.
So. I have been reading Wuthering Heights all day today. I really like the book. A romance about two evil people? Psh, yeah. I wonder what is going to happen. I’m only on page 100 or so. I have to write a literary analysis on it by Thursday.
So guess what is going on this week? It’s hell week, officially. The play is showing on Friday and Saturday, so that means play practice everyday until 9pm. Guess who is not going to sleep at all? Guess who will not be able to write her literary analysis?
I have to use the bathroom. Do you ever get that way? I just get this urge all the time to use the bathroom. It is SOOOO peculiar. Like the peach.
I don’t know why the word peculiar reminds me of James and the Giant Peach. I almost want to say that they had a conversation about the word peculiar in that book, but then I have to remember that I have not actually read the book.