Running and playing Tennis at good old Central Middle
Hangin’ with my fantastic grandparents
Fashioning lovely little things with a sewing machine
Reading at the Library and taking part in all its cute little community events
Driving in the warm summer summer evenings with the windows down and the music up and staring out at the pretty pink purple purple sky and feeling the breeze wafting through and gently throwing my summer summer hair about my pretty little tanned summer summer face (I dream about this)
It is a plan.
Right now, I will spend all my time …
Getting all A’s
Searching for a job
Dreaming of summer
I am ready to be out of this school year and to make changes upon myself, I really am.
Todayyyyy I came home from school. Let my dog out. Grabbed a blanket. Grabbed some snacks. Sat on my front porch. And did homework in the almost-summer-sun.
It was nice.
Now I am stuck writing and writing and writing. I kind of just want to die. I do not think it is even late yet (I cover all the time-keepers around me while working), but still. I want to die. Writing papers is pretty much the worst thing on Earth. I have 1,100 words to go.
I guess it is kind of a “Just Keep Swimming” type of deal.
I think of you I am completely disgusted that I ever had anything to do with you. When I think of the times we hung out together I want to PUKE. When I think of the ignorant dumb-ass things you unawaringly did to me, it fills me with a great feeling of hate. When I see you with your “you did awful things to me be ashamed” look in the hall, it pisses me off like you wouldn’t believe.
You scared me, tried to change me, and have no idea how stupidly immature you are and you think I AM the immature one?
I LOVE loathing you. I LOVE that feeling. I just simply do.
Went on the Sky Deck and stood over the city, with nothing but glass between me and 103 stories of air. That was quite the experience.
Ate at the Grand Cafe, I believe it was called. That place was amazing! The atmosphere was beautiful, and we ate some pretty fantastic food. We sat at a window booth looking over on Michigan Avenue. It was really nice to watch the going-ons. Went to H&M and bought some jeans and a tank top!! I could spend all day in that store it was like heaven. I wish I had money!! We stayed at the Millenium Knickerbocker hotel. The bathroom was GOD. The shower was heavenly. Definitely going to invest in a shower just like it once I grow up!
We went to the Shed Aquarium and the Adler Planetarium the next day. Both were pretty fantastic, except for the kids running around screaming and stepping on toes and blocking views of exhibits.
We ate at Uno’s that night!!!! Quite a claustrophobic place, but the pizza was supurb!
On our way walking back to the hotel, we heard screaming and saw huge crowds of people walking down the street!!! We had no idea what was going on, but eventually figured out it was a protest. A lady walked by and told us it was a protest of the war. It surely was a sight to see, sadly I did not have my camera on me. This parade of people spanned the length of about three or four blocks of Michigan Avenue!! Michigan Avenue was blocked off, and the police were EVERYWHERE. A lady came by us telling us about it, and handed us a flyer. The title: “From the Communist Revolutionary Party.” Or something like that. So apparently they were communists!! I will scan the flyer and upload later. But it was INTENSE.
The next day (today) we headed over the the Field Museum, which was quite a spiffy place, but we were waaaay too tuckered out to explore the whole thing, so we ended up going home after seeing about half of the museum.
On the way back we stopped at Galena and had a look at Ulysses S. Grant’s old house. It wasn’t too interesting to be honest.
And now I am home! Crazy crazy trip! Cannot wait to sleep in my bed.
1. Build a Lake-River House (A house situated on a lake with an artificial river running in a cycle around it equipped with a massive waterfall from the second story and boats with mattresses on them.)
2. Start a foundation to help kids who grow up in homes with druggie parents. (Because it is not fair to kids who could be so great to live through such hell.)
I am a Sims addict. Insane Sims addict. If I was left alone with my Sims, I would not stop playing. Like seriously. I played once for seventeen hours straight, and I still wanted to play after my mother dragged me home.
I am sorry to hear I am sick too!! Haha. It is not very fun.
And I know pills make people funky sometimes. Patience is a very good thing to have.
My nose is runny and my head feels ten times its normal weight. I don’t want to do my homework. I might get a D in my English class. I’m gaining weight by the minute. Thank god next week is spring break.
On the plus side, my sim now has a very sexy egyptian boyfriend. They’ll undoubtedly make beautiful sim babies.
I envied people with beauty, beautiful friends, and especially people with money.
I have always been self conscious about my crazy nose and my insane eyebrows. My hair, my hands, my body, my feet. Everything.
I never used to see myself as worthy for anyone. I thought that I was not worth having any sort of boyfriend. I thought I would remain partner-less for the rest of my life.
But, ultimately, I have found peace.
I AM beautiful. My crazy nose is MY crazy nose and nobody has a crazy nose like mine. My insane eyebrows are MY insane eyebrows and nobody has insane eyebrows like mine. My hair is shiny and gorgeous when taken care of. My hands are long and slender and beautiful. My body is just fine the way it is, who cares if I have a bit of chub, it just makes me more enjoyable to hug. Who DOESN’T love hugging squishy people?? Who cares if my feet are not perfect? Nobody’s is anyways. I AM completely beautiful in every possible way.
I AM worthy of anyone. Anybody can be mine because I am beautiful in every possible way. I will never wallow in the “nobody likes me” dumps ever again. Because I AM very much liked.
I have freaking amazing friends, who are the most amazing people on this Earth. So what if they are not popular, or if others do not like them. They are mine, and what I have with each and every one of them is special. A friend is a beautiful friend and I will try and cherish mine, and never EVER be embarrassed of them.
And money. Money, in truth, is everything. But let me tell you, I will NOT be jealous of little girls with big money daddies. No sir ree. I have no reason to be. Because, once I start working hard for my money, I will be so SO so so so far above them. I will have the satisfaction of knowing that I worked hard for everything I own, and that they just get everything from good ‘ol papa.
I am NOT jealous. I will NOT be ever again.
I HAVE a better life and I AM worthy of a better life.
So last night was the last showing of our play. I won’t see Mother Womb until next fall, but at least I got pictures of her clean self on my phone to remind me of her fantastic warm atmosphere. I wonder what someone may think if they read this and have no idea who Mother Womb is.
I officially will no longer be able to act with all the amazing seniors! I am so sad! And I am going to miss every single one of them, I do not think we will be able to compare to them next year. They had such talent!
So last night we performed, striked the set, ate pizza, received our wonderful awards, and then partied! We actually left the school around two in the morning, and then we left the party at 4:30. It was really fun!
I am so happy I had the chance to do this whole thing. But now it is time to go on and catch up in school, get a job, and lose weight! Holy poo! I have gained ten pounds since the beginning of the year because of the plays!
I am so nervous! I have such a miniscule part, so I shouldn’t be.
But I swear I’m gunna fricking piss myself on stage!!!!!
I’m going to have to be sure to use the bathroom before I go on. Hahaahaa.
Ugh ugh ugh. Just gotta think. Two shows, and then I’m off to party like a beast. I don’t know how beasts party, but I’m sure their parties are pretty fun.
I actually can’t party. Maybe I could if I was good friends with everyone.
Actually, I’m sure I could.
Many people don’t know me thoroughly, so I’m sure I come off as kind of boring. Really boring. Or extremely weird. Awkward. Well, the real me is awkward, but still. I bet you I could be the coolest person on Earth if you just get used to me and I get used to you!
I’m pretty freaking amazing when I’m spending time with people when I don’t worry about them judging me.
That the play is finished Saturday! I think I’m going to be lost when it’s over. I won’t be with any of the seniors ever again! It’s a sad sad thought, but it actually is a good thing it will be over. I will be able to catch up in school, thank goodness.
I’m actually really nervous to perform tomorrow. I am such a bad actress! Like literally, I’m not really just saying that. But I love being a part of this, because the people who are also a part of it are spectacular.
“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it … Nelly, I AM Heatchliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure … but as my own being.”—Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
Are constantly becoming numb. I don’t know why, I’ll just be sitting, and boom! I’ll lose all feeling. They then hurt like hell coming back to life. Drives me freaking crazy.
So. I just signed up for the ACT’s. Woooo!
Gorillaz’ new album is coming out March 9th!!! Plastic Beach! I’m excited!
Today I had a crazy allergical reaction to something from Mother Womb that got on my clothes. Sad sad. My throat started closing up, and my neck and chest developed a rash. Fun stuff.
Play has been crazy. Play practice until 9pm every night, but it will all be over Sunday! And then I can get a job and get going with my life, huzzah.
But I love late night play practices. Crazy things always happen, and I have made so many new friends. Yesterday my shoulder took a lot of pain from my dear play practice. I got punched in the shoulder, my shoulder got slammed into a wall, and then my shoulder was bitten. Gotta love them play kids.
My neck is itchy.
I have no idea what to write about. But I love this Tumblr thingy. It is quite pleasant.