So! Last night was super fun with Ria, Nelson, and James. We seriously went into the most ghetto Mexican part of Dallas for some super amazing tacos... worth it. Totally worth it. Now, I didn't feel safe whatsoever (I doubt the guys could have put up a fight) and all the Mexicans staring us down didn't help. I felt like I was going to get knifed, raped, and carjacked in that order. Still, we got some awesome tacos and watched Mean Girls :)
Today was lazy. Went out to lunch with my dad and we ate at work. Turns out two of my favorite servers are quitting in a matter of days :( They always picked on me and called it "Little Sister Syndrome", since I was like a little sister to them. I'll miss them a lot :( BUT! This means that hopefully Craig will start training me to serve. Woo hoo! I spent the rest of the day working on Opium Poe, which is about as done as it'll ever be. Bahh. I messed it up towards the end.
I can't remember what his name was, but back in 9th grade, a senior on drumline gave me a bunch of CDs, which I though I lost, but turns out they've been on my computer all this time. Dimmu Borgir, Old Man's Child, Emperor, and a Pantera mix tape. Soundtrack of my day <3
I want this for Christmas. I regret not putting it on my Pollyanna list. I wish the green and black one was in stock, because I want a little bit of green. Grey's cool, though.
http://www.skullcandy.com/shop/hesh-shattered-gray.html
So I realized something a few days ago. When I browse Facebook, I see a lot of mushy couple stuff. You know, like when people post statuses (Stati? Ha ha :P) and always throw in something about their sig other. It's cool and all and yay for them, but, and this may sound harsh and I don't mean any offense, but I find myself asking why is it that all those awkward kids are able to find someone to love, and I can't? Ha ha, am I doing something wrong? I know that sounds weird, but it's just always eating at me. I'm a good kid, make good grades, somewhat liked among my peers, got a decent rep going for me, and I'm pretty mature in comparison to a lot of other people my age. So what's up with my short end of the stick? Ha ha, it's just something silly I thought about the other day. Kind of interesting. I mean, I'm totally happy for all those kids that find happiness in one another, but sometimes I wonder why I can't catch a break, too. And I'm sure this sounds totally stuck-up, selfish, immature, and ridiculous, but it was just an observation that made me smile. I don't know where I'm going with this anymore, ha ha. I should just stop now. Maybe I'm looking at this from the wrong perspective? Or maybe I'm just going batshit crazy.
Day 7: Someone Who Has Made Your Life Worth Living For
My friends, each and every one of you. Anyone who I talk to regularly, you're the reason I live. I live because without you, I'd be lost. I can't just pick one person; it's all of you.
xx And I Long For This Mirrored Perspective When We'll Be Lovers, Lovers At Last Marz
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