i lovee going to ashley's house in the morning and eating big fat chicken nuggets the size of my fist. and i love her cat felix. and i love how i get an orange spot on my nose and then dont notice until lunch!haha but..
for some odd reason this week seems to be going by too slow.
it's not like i'm dying for this weekend to start. except for the fact that i get to spend 2 hours in a car with yolanda&chantel! but other than that it doesnt seem like too much. for one thing, i'm going to palm springs:old people land! and it's hot there. yeah, i'd rather not burn to a crisp, thankyou. i should probably go find some hat to wear or a visor. and reapply sunscreen every 30 minutes(: this year my goal is to get less of a burn and more of a stay-the-same-color-year-round color ?
and let's hope i dont get more bruises than i just recently got.
- dead arm
- another bruise
- popped vein in the other arm
- socked in the mouth &thought my lip ring ripped through ><
ha nottt fun. but it actually didnt hurt as bad as i thought. mind over matter HA! and i decided to stop complaining. it wastes so much energy. and then i wont feel like a hypocrite when i tell people to shush and suck it up. i'm becoming blunt(: yea feels good. i'm not going to be really nice anymore, at least if i dont have reason to be. i really do treat others how they treat me. your welcome(:
and i think it's weird that i like emily dickinson. even though i would hate to live how she did: alone, stuck in a house, sending fruit down to passing children. WHO DOES THAT?? haha poor lady.
DOUBT me, my dim companion!
Why, God would be content
With but a fraction of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
The whole of me, forever,
What more the woman can,—
Say quick, that I may dower thee
With last delight I own!
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew,—
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose farthest of degree
Was that she might
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
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