When I woke up finally, I walked out into this hot mess of a movie, Wisegirls. My first thought was "HOLY SHIT! It's Romy! She looks like a total babe in this movie!" Then I realized this was going to be some sappy bullshit girl power movie. The beginning of it really is.

"We'll be friends 4evr! Next year we will be doing the same thing! I love you all! It's really my birthday, but we'll pretend its all of our birthdays!"
VOM

Shit goes down. Apparently the mob is in the movie, the son is a fucking babe, and people die.

I don't know where I'm going with this post, but shit just got interesting.

I haven't made a post on here in a long time, so I thought about posting how ridiculous this movie is.
Romy just cut some dude up into baby pieces... The one whiny bitch is actually a cop.
I'm sure Romy is going to die in this movie.

Shiiiiiit.

Hi.
I'm not dead, I'm just maniacally retarded. Over the edge.
There has been so much that I have thought of over the past few months that I have been wanting to let loose on this blog, but I've been too lazy to log in. Too lazy to process what I'm thinking.
Though, as I'm typing this right now... I realize there doesn't need to be any though process while typing what I'm feeling. It comes naturally, and horribly inarticulate.

Right now I feel light weight and free, but really my life is about to fall through the floor.
Shit.

I will try to update more frequently with the ramblings of a dumb dumb depressed white girl.

I have been terrified to get on the scale for the past few weeks. Afraid that I might see the horrible weight gain that I could feel. I've been upset with myself during these weeks, reverting to my old ways and bad habits.
I finally said fuck it and hopped on the stupid evil scale....
I haven't gained a single fucking pound. UGgghhggGGHHHH.
I hate myself for putting myself into mind torture.
Bye bye.

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.