BETSEY JOHNSON IS GOING OUT OF BUSINESS????
Oh my god, I feel like the saddest little fish in the sea.
a) Because I only own 2 of her items.
b) This going out of business sale is too much to pass up, but I have no green things to get anything.

WHERE IS ALL MY MONEY? Somebody buy me something from this sale. That dress. Her whole collection. A new car.
Those weren't real sentences. Who am I kidding?

Seriously, I'm just going to curl up into a ball and watch Naruto while I slurp my berry iced tea. Then I will cry myself to sleep.

Lookin' like a red-eyed demon right out of hipster hell. I was in the mood to look goofy as I was driving to Wal-Mart, thinkin' it would be funny and bring on some nostalgia to go in lookin' like a fool. As I pulled into the parking lot, I took them off all too fast and walked in looking normal, but still like a fool.
I have things scattered all over my room that I don't wear or do anymore. In a way, it makes me sad. I'm sure one day when I get my own place, I'll pick up on these wierd little things again. Right now is just not the time.

I was just thinking about this sentence moments before I saw this image. I wasn't asking myself the question, but merely thinking about how horrible it is to ask ourselves this. I find thinking about this rather dull and depressing.

My mom just told me that her close friend's wife has stomach cancer. Just like that. I immediately wanted to cry. (It's not very often that someone close or relatively close becomes fatally ill) Of course, hearing this I had to stop myself from thinking this horrible question. I swear, it puts me into a stupor. I feel like my brain goes numb just trying to wrap my head around it.

Why are we here?

I don't know.

Next.

I feel like I should change my page into something cool that will make me want to come back to this blog and actually post. Imean... it is what I'm going to school for.

Speaking of school, I'm lacking in the studies department. I need to get motivated again.
Motivated for a lot of things.
I want to paint again.
I want to start sewing.
I want to start reading again.

I'm the only thing that is stopping myself.
Ugh.

I walked into a Joann's store the other day to look at fabric and I immediately panicked. I felt like a horrible idiot and there were too many people.
This is my biggest fear about going to a physical school. I hate it.
I want to be so positive, but I stop myself.
I need to be positive, or I will be forever holding myself back.

I'm going to make a promise with myself to stay up beat starting tonight.

If I smile like this, I look like Knick's nephew... Except I'm not half as adorable as he is.
DAMN!

I'm so glad you went out of your way to make a big fuss about something, RUIN everyone's night, and didn't have to common courtesy to even apologize for being a huge psycho.

After all the shit went down, you don't even go and do what you were fussing about in the first place.

fuck

off

I don't know if I've ever been so "done" before.
Shit has been hitting the fan all week.
First it was work, with customers screaming at me and only one day off.
Then it was school (no explanation needed).
Knick's sister being a psycho drunk.
Now it's my parents fighting.
Been crying on and off. My body feels on fire and achey.
Called off today so I can get away. I want to enjoy time with Knick without all the stress.