I'm back!
Okay so I never really left. But, you guys, my life is so boring. I did write something totally shameful before school started that was just a lot of pictures that I didn't think anyone cared about so I took it down. Which is totally against my policy, but it's my policy right?
If you're ever confused on here, sorry(not really). i'm not going to change anything, so either stumble through with me(because sometimes i confuse myself, too), or read something that actually makes sense. i'm not sure which is more frustrating.
i don't really have a plan about what i'm writing as of right now, but i'm sure something will come to me. Because it's either this or do my math homework and I don't really see any competition there.
Math class isn't all boring. Sometimes I get bored of writing lyrics to whatever obnoxious tune is in my head all over my homework(I think one time instead of Shera Brady, I put 'Nicki Minaj I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up' as my name), I write letters to my future self. This is so much fun. I'll share some with you.
9/16/13
hey you.
how's life? guess what happened this morning. mom wouldn't let me drive to school again for the billionth time. i got mad, but i can never yell at her because i would feel bad and i end up crying when i'm not sad and we just can't have that. also, my socks have Biggie Smalls on them.
i'm wearing a shirt that says 'bad dreams are made of me' and mrs. ward told me it was really dark. i replied with 'i know. it's black.' she thought that was funny. i guess i do too, but i didn't mean for it to be.
can i just say: IF YOU ARE A BOY AND YOU WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE A TOOL, WEAR A TANKTOP EVERY SINGLE DAY. I PROMISE YOU, IT WORKS.
9/24/13
i didn't do the math homework last night. i mostly spend my afternoons switching off between listening to the beach boys and crying(i do that a lot, can't say why). interspersed between those are feelings of guilt for not doing the homework, but that all goes away when i finally fall asleep. my favorite part of the day is when i've finished reading my scriptures and i put my pillow flat on the bed, lift up covers and slide through and then all at once my whole body collapses into the bed and i can literally feel all of my aches lifting out of my body and i can finally breathe. i think the emotional version of this feeling is when we are forgiven of something that we are not proud of.(add this to the list of reasons of why i love being mormon).
so it turns out i'm never going to college. since when did all my favorite schools cost 20,000 dollars more than what i wanted? whatever. i don't eat too good, so maybe i'll die before i graduate college and none of it will matter.
so am i like the single most dramatic teenager you've ever met? probably not. but that's the funny part. i wasn't planning on sharing this with you. but i did and so what?
this is my favorite part of being me/mary poppins - i never have to explain myself.
