I have a countdown going. Today was really busy, but I'm still working on my psych paper that is due tomorrow.
I've just noticed how much my plant is growing. Fran finds the environment suitable, I guess. This made my night actually. That and the fact that I'm finishing up the second season of LOST.
I'm hoping tomorrow is as productive as today.
And my room is getting really hot. This is the only downside to the dorm--no air conditioning. I will survive, though...it's still cooler than Atkin because they still have the heat on.
Have a good night, folks!
Monday, April 30, 2007
"Well, I ain't never been the Barbie doll type."
I wrote a long entry about a boy. But I changed my mind.
I am tired of everything. I'm burned out. I'm ready to be done. Such is the life of this procrastinator.
All I've done this week is sleep in too late and watch too many episodes of LOST. I was on duty last night. I've been feeling particularly antisocial lately, even though I've been hanging out with my friends still. We're getting towards the end of the year, and while they want to spend more time together because we'll all be leaving shortly, I want to sit in my room, eat my food from Wal*Mart, and watch TV. My brain has seriously shut off...I know several entries previous to this one have stated something along those lines, but it's so true. Have two papers due this week and one final, four finals next week. And then I have to check people out of their rooms. I'm waiting for Thursday of next week when I'll be done academically.
Four days until I get to sleep in my bed. Four days until Spiderman 3, five days until PARK. Yes.
I am tired of everything. I'm burned out. I'm ready to be done. Such is the life of this procrastinator.
All I've done this week is sleep in too late and watch too many episodes of LOST. I was on duty last night. I've been feeling particularly antisocial lately, even though I've been hanging out with my friends still. We're getting towards the end of the year, and while they want to spend more time together because we'll all be leaving shortly, I want to sit in my room, eat my food from Wal*Mart, and watch TV. My brain has seriously shut off...I know several entries previous to this one have stated something along those lines, but it's so true. Have two papers due this week and one final, four finals next week. And then I have to check people out of their rooms. I'm waiting for Thursday of next week when I'll be done academically.
Four days until I get to sleep in my bed. Four days until Spiderman 3, five days until PARK. Yes.
Monday, April 23, 2007
"Would you help me stand?"
So it has been a long week...but it was much better than the last. The muscle relaxers made it a lot easier to sleep at night.
Siblings weekend was a lot of fun! I'm really glad Rachel could make it up here. On Friday, we went to the 60s dance that Encounter hosted...they played all old school music. The funny thing is that it's hard to dance to because we're so used to hard rock and all that sex-with-no-clothes dancing. So what did I do? I started to dance like Mom because I figured it was her era, she knew what she was doing. My friends kept saying things like "Wow, that is so cool--where did you learn to dance like that?" Thank you, Mommy. Saturday, Rachel and I spent the afternoon outside between Kick Out and Spring Fest on the Quad. Needless to say, we both got sunburned. And we saw Lucky Boys Confusion. It was amazing until I got kicked in the head by a crowd surfer then I was done and we headed out.
I started a job last week as the recycling person for Walker Hall, which means I take all the recycling outside to the designated place and I work on my own time. I don't like it at all but it's a little extra cash...and it's only about 1.5 hours every two days so it's not too time-consuming. Oh, and speaking of recycling, we had a program yesterday where we used old water bottles to make a potted plant. Mine is sitting on my desk, Fran the Flower. The seeds obviously haven't grown yet but I made flowers out of pipe cleaners hoping that this would encourage the seeds a little.
I'm currently not in a very good mood...I have an inkling why. I really enjoy listening to the music on my myspace. Gensis and Carole King are making me feel a little better. I think part of the bad mood is due to a very frightening dream I had during my afternoon nap.
I was on the cast for a movie being filmed on ISU's quad, which btw did not look like the quad at all--it looked more like a huge valley. It was about African tribal wars (tribes from totally different time periods), and I was part of the Egyptian tribe. Anyway, we're filming and a huge group of people who just left a frat party walk by and I know some of them. Pretty soon the actors who were playing parts of the tribes turn their war against the on-lookers because it turns real or something, so I take off with my friends towards Hamilton-Witten. Grandma and Grandpa Spengler show up in Aunt Susan's big SUV; my friends and I jump into the car and Bobby Joe is in his little VW behind us with some more of my friends. Grandma insists that we stop for pie so we do but then the tribes are catching up to us so Grandma, who is driving, peels out of this pie place while Grandpa tells us to hang on. We start driving the wrong way down Main Street (it's one-way), and Bobby's car comes out of nowhere and it's smoking. We can't stop so we hit him and I get out to check on him and he's disappeared; my friends try to get back to the SUV but the tribes have caught up with the stopped car so Grandma tells me to run back to the dorms while she fends up tribal members with a spear. My friends run into Witten where my freshmen boys live and all the lights are off because the whole camus knows that the tribes are out for blood. Bobby just so happens to be in their room with the other friends, and I woke up when the whole dorm was under siege.
Now that I go back and read that it's not scary at all. But it was absolutely terrifying in my dream. Geesh.
Siblings weekend was a lot of fun! I'm really glad Rachel could make it up here. On Friday, we went to the 60s dance that Encounter hosted...they played all old school music. The funny thing is that it's hard to dance to because we're so used to hard rock and all that sex-with-no-clothes dancing. So what did I do? I started to dance like Mom because I figured it was her era, she knew what she was doing. My friends kept saying things like "Wow, that is so cool--where did you learn to dance like that?" Thank you, Mommy. Saturday, Rachel and I spent the afternoon outside between Kick Out and Spring Fest on the Quad. Needless to say, we both got sunburned. And we saw Lucky Boys Confusion. It was amazing until I got kicked in the head by a crowd surfer then I was done and we headed out.
I started a job last week as the recycling person for Walker Hall, which means I take all the recycling outside to the designated place and I work on my own time. I don't like it at all but it's a little extra cash...and it's only about 1.5 hours every two days so it's not too time-consuming. Oh, and speaking of recycling, we had a program yesterday where we used old water bottles to make a potted plant. Mine is sitting on my desk, Fran the Flower. The seeds obviously haven't grown yet but I made flowers out of pipe cleaners hoping that this would encourage the seeds a little.
I'm currently not in a very good mood...I have an inkling why. I really enjoy listening to the music on my myspace. Gensis and Carole King are making me feel a little better. I think part of the bad mood is due to a very frightening dream I had during my afternoon nap.
I was on the cast for a movie being filmed on ISU's quad, which btw did not look like the quad at all--it looked more like a huge valley. It was about African tribal wars (tribes from totally different time periods), and I was part of the Egyptian tribe. Anyway, we're filming and a huge group of people who just left a frat party walk by and I know some of them. Pretty soon the actors who were playing parts of the tribes turn their war against the on-lookers because it turns real or something, so I take off with my friends towards Hamilton-Witten. Grandma and Grandpa Spengler show up in Aunt Susan's big SUV; my friends and I jump into the car and Bobby Joe is in his little VW behind us with some more of my friends. Grandma insists that we stop for pie so we do but then the tribes are catching up to us so Grandma, who is driving, peels out of this pie place while Grandpa tells us to hang on. We start driving the wrong way down Main Street (it's one-way), and Bobby's car comes out of nowhere and it's smoking. We can't stop so we hit him and I get out to check on him and he's disappeared; my friends try to get back to the SUV but the tribes have caught up with the stopped car so Grandma tells me to run back to the dorms while she fends up tribal members with a spear. My friends run into Witten where my freshmen boys live and all the lights are off because the whole camus knows that the tribes are out for blood. Bobby just so happens to be in their room with the other friends, and I woke up when the whole dorm was under siege.
Now that I go back and read that it's not scary at all. But it was absolutely terrifying in my dream. Geesh.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
"Okay, Oscar the Grouch..."
Yeah, I'm grumpy.
This weekend was pretty amazing. Relay for Life was simply amazing. I was really worn out by the end, but it's all good. I only made it until 3:30 when I called it quits...they shut the whole thing down at 5 because it had been raining. The muscle relaxers make me more tired than I should be. The whole slew of us made over $144,000, which is just...mind-blowing. I slept all of yesterday and went to Spring Formal last night. I danced my heart out, got laughed at, but enjoyed myself immensely. I have pictures up on facebook and myspace--it'll take me a little bit to get pictures up on photobucket.
Ashley is back from home. I haven't seen her yet. Which makes me very sad.
--EDIT--
I have been finding fault in people a lot today. What makes me angry the most is that I tend to share those faults...I have the same insecurities. I guess it's good that I can recognize the hypocrisy of it all.
This weekend was pretty amazing. Relay for Life was simply amazing. I was really worn out by the end, but it's all good. I only made it until 3:30 when I called it quits...they shut the whole thing down at 5 because it had been raining. The muscle relaxers make me more tired than I should be. The whole slew of us made over $144,000, which is just...mind-blowing. I slept all of yesterday and went to Spring Formal last night. I danced my heart out, got laughed at, but enjoyed myself immensely. I have pictures up on facebook and myspace--it'll take me a little bit to get pictures up on photobucket.
Ashley is back from home. I haven't seen her yet. Which makes me very sad.
--EDIT--
I have been finding fault in people a lot today. What makes me angry the most is that I tend to share those faults...I have the same insecurities. I guess it's good that I can recognize the hypocrisy of it all.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
"The latest just in!"
I took some of my residents to see ISU's production of West Side Story. The girl who was sitting next to me had never seen it before and wasn't sure really what to expect. When it came to the end...Tony sees Maria after Doc tells him that Chino shot Maria for their love ...they reach for one another...Chino lifts his gun and shoots Tony, and almost simultaneously, the girl next to me screams bloody murder. Everyone laughed and moved on. I couldn't stop laughing. I was crying I was laughing so hard. And as Maria sat with Tony's head in her lap and crying his name, I laughed louder than I would have liked. I laughed the whole way home and I am still laughing.
In other news, I sprained a muscle in my neck while stretching shortly after waking up. So now I am on muscle relaxers and pain killers. Go me. I can move my neck all the way to the left but not much to the right. I received a pamphlet containing instructions to exercise my neck...it also has pictures in case I stumble on the words. The muscle relaxers make me feel very groggy. I'm not too happy about this because I have to write a paper for tomorrow and have all that stuff to do this weekend.
But all-in-all, it's been an alright day. I am just in a haze...I'm hoping I will be out by tomorrow afternoon. Ashley went home tonight because one of her best friends from home had a little brother that killed himself on Tuesday morning and her little sister also happened to date him. Sixteen-years-old. Ashley's roommate's uncle is the hospital on the brink of dying. So much death...
All one can do is pray.
In other news, I sprained a muscle in my neck while stretching shortly after waking up. So now I am on muscle relaxers and pain killers. Go me. I can move my neck all the way to the left but not much to the right. I received a pamphlet containing instructions to exercise my neck...it also has pictures in case I stumble on the words. The muscle relaxers make me feel very groggy. I'm not too happy about this because I have to write a paper for tomorrow and have all that stuff to do this weekend.
But all-in-all, it's been an alright day. I am just in a haze...I'm hoping I will be out by tomorrow afternoon. Ashley went home tonight because one of her best friends from home had a little brother that killed himself on Tuesday morning and her little sister also happened to date him. Sixteen-years-old. Ashley's roommate's uncle is the hospital on the brink of dying. So much death...
All one can do is pray.
"Give me a glass and pour me some more chardonnay."
I almost just cut my hair. Again. Just in one of those moods...
But then I thought, It still hasn't recooperated from the last time I chopped it all off.
I'm glad I'm keeping my hair's opinion in mind...
But then I thought, It still hasn't recooperated from the last time I chopped it all off.
I'm glad I'm keeping my hair's opinion in mind...
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
"No real reason to accept the way things have changed."
I cried myself to sleep last night. I ached for Lynlea all night. I just hurt for her. I felt so sick knowing I can't do a single thing to ease any of her pain.
You know what I do when something like this happens to me? I get busy so I don't have to think about it. But when it comes time for me to fall asleep, I can't because I am overwhelmed and just end up crying too much. I push my grief away from anyone's view...I don't like crying in front of people, especially if they're outside the family. I hate crying in front of people. For me, it's reserved for my pillow, my stuffed animals, and my dog. Max used to sit with his head in my lap while I cried...I couldn't ask for anyone better.
Things Bekki said in her blog and things I've been thinking about seem to correlate. She feels like she's lost hope, she wishes she was more appreciative of her life before graduating high school. Let's face it...no one is super appreciative of being a teenager in high school. Only in retrospect do we decide that we enjoyed being an adolescent. I am appreciative now...why shouldn't I be? I had three parents who loved me as much as they loved my sisters, I went to a good high school and got a great education, I turned out pretty well (at least I'd like to think so). I am grateful for having so much in my life. And it's true what they say about life being short. Why shouldn't we say what we mean? Tell someone you love them because it might be the last time you talk. I don't want to live with regrets. I know I've said it before but I mean it every single time.
Damn, I'll be optimistic until the end. I feel like I need to be that for anyone and everyone. Someone has to have faith, someone needs to believe that there is purpose in everyone's lives. I don't know if I can be optimistic enough to meet everyone's quota, but I'll try. I know right now I have to be optimistic for Bekki. She feels like she's drowning...and even though I can't swim all that well, I'll be there to yank her out.
And I don't say this enough. I love my family. Immensely. I love Bobby for being the cool older brother I always wanted and laughing at me when I am being super immature. I love Jessie for (in a particular instance) not knowing the answers but telling me she would help me find them. I love Rachel because she listens to everything I say, and even though she knows I'm an idiot sometimes she still knows that I have love her more than anything in this world. I love Mom for still wanting to dye Easter eggs even though her daughters are 18, 20, and 25. I love Dad for knowing that if I'm upset all he has to do is says he loves me and I feel a million times better. And I love everyone who can still take me seriously even after singing all the lyrics to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls.
And I will tell you one more thing that I am thankful for: all my friends. They're all fabulous in their own individual ways...I couldn't ask for a better bunch. There are so many people I feel comfortable with, so many I could call a best friend. I'll be honest, it is so hard for me to designate a particular friend to be labeled "best." So thank you for singing with me in the car, for walking around downtown taking pictures like we were tourists, for getting Luca's or ice cream a million times, for having sleepovers, for getting sick on too many Twizzlers, for helping me walk to the bathroom because I was too intoxicated, for letting me take so many damned pictures, for crying with and for me, for making fun of my height, for helping me get ready for a dance, for being at my concerts, for giving me so many hugs, for accepting me for my extremely boitserous self even though you're not, for listening, for calling me at 3am bawling your eyes outs, for widening my taste in music, for gossiping with me, for helping me decorate my hallways and put up door decs. For all of you, I love you. Each and every one of you. Most of the people that I wish would read that won't. But I love you...
...and you...
...and you...
...and you...
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
You know what I do when something like this happens to me? I get busy so I don't have to think about it. But when it comes time for me to fall asleep, I can't because I am overwhelmed and just end up crying too much. I push my grief away from anyone's view...I don't like crying in front of people, especially if they're outside the family. I hate crying in front of people. For me, it's reserved for my pillow, my stuffed animals, and my dog. Max used to sit with his head in my lap while I cried...I couldn't ask for anyone better.
Things Bekki said in her blog and things I've been thinking about seem to correlate. She feels like she's lost hope, she wishes she was more appreciative of her life before graduating high school. Let's face it...no one is super appreciative of being a teenager in high school. Only in retrospect do we decide that we enjoyed being an adolescent. I am appreciative now...why shouldn't I be? I had three parents who loved me as much as they loved my sisters, I went to a good high school and got a great education, I turned out pretty well (at least I'd like to think so). I am grateful for having so much in my life. And it's true what they say about life being short. Why shouldn't we say what we mean? Tell someone you love them because it might be the last time you talk. I don't want to live with regrets. I know I've said it before but I mean it every single time.
Damn, I'll be optimistic until the end. I feel like I need to be that for anyone and everyone. Someone has to have faith, someone needs to believe that there is purpose in everyone's lives. I don't know if I can be optimistic enough to meet everyone's quota, but I'll try. I know right now I have to be optimistic for Bekki. She feels like she's drowning...and even though I can't swim all that well, I'll be there to yank her out.
And I don't say this enough. I love my family. Immensely. I love Bobby for being the cool older brother I always wanted and laughing at me when I am being super immature. I love Jessie for (in a particular instance) not knowing the answers but telling me she would help me find them. I love Rachel because she listens to everything I say, and even though she knows I'm an idiot sometimes she still knows that I have love her more than anything in this world. I love Mom for still wanting to dye Easter eggs even though her daughters are 18, 20, and 25. I love Dad for knowing that if I'm upset all he has to do is says he loves me and I feel a million times better. And I love everyone who can still take me seriously even after singing all the lyrics to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls.
And I will tell you one more thing that I am thankful for: all my friends. They're all fabulous in their own individual ways...I couldn't ask for a better bunch. There are so many people I feel comfortable with, so many I could call a best friend. I'll be honest, it is so hard for me to designate a particular friend to be labeled "best." So thank you for singing with me in the car, for walking around downtown taking pictures like we were tourists, for getting Luca's or ice cream a million times, for having sleepovers, for getting sick on too many Twizzlers, for helping me walk to the bathroom because I was too intoxicated, for letting me take so many damned pictures, for crying with and for me, for making fun of my height, for helping me get ready for a dance, for being at my concerts, for giving me so many hugs, for accepting me for my extremely boitserous self even though you're not, for listening, for calling me at 3am bawling your eyes outs, for widening my taste in music, for gossiping with me, for helping me decorate my hallways and put up door decs. For all of you, I love you. Each and every one of you. Most of the people that I wish would read that won't. But I love you...
...and you...
...and you...
...and you...
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
Sunday, April 08, 2007
"Would you go with me if we rolled down streets of fire?"
I am in love with Josh Turner's voice. Have I mentioned how much I love a good baritone/bass? Lord, take me now...
When I listen to this song late at night, I have peace. It makes me feel like my life is falling into place, there's hope still there. "I love you so, so would you go with me?" Makes me wish I had brought a guitar with me...I want to learn so badly but Miss Sarah doesn't seem to make time for anything that is outside her little schedule.
My prom dress is in the closet and it's taking up a large amount of space. But it makes me happy--I'm going to prom again next weekend. Ashley is my date...it should be a lot of fun. It's going to be one crazy weekend with Relay For Life, Intersection, and prom. I had to request it off so I'm going to stay at Ashley's, something I can never do because of curfew.
I had such a fabulous weekend. Late night Friday was a little awkward, but I'm good. We dyed Easter eggs, had a delicious Easter ham, went to a boring church service, shopped, saw a movie, slept on the way back up here.
I did have one major downside to the weekend, though. I had a friend/acquaintence that died from complications of a car accident he was in Friday. Ryan Landers was a great guy that I wish I had known better. I am friends with his significant other, and I want to say something to console her but I have no idea how. Poor Lynlea...she is fantastic and I just hope that knowing that she has friends surrounding her who love and miss Ryan, too, will be of some comfort. She has so many people telling her that they are there for her, and although that might make her feel a little better, nothing is going to spare her the pain...I just want to give her a bear hug and a kiss on the head. That's all I could really offer her. God bless, Ryan.
-EDIT 1:07am-
I'm not going to gossip and mention a bunch of names, but I have to talk about this. One of my closest friends is with this guy that walks all over her and I've never liked him. I've made it clear that is the case but I've tolerated because she loves him. Well, he "sort of" broke up with her this week and now he's changed his mind or something along those lines...I don't think anyone realizes how angry this whole situation makes me...except for maybe her. I laid it all out for her tonight. I didn't say "me or him," just that if she starts dating him again that I will not be happy. But being her best friend means being there for her no matter what her decision.
Let me say this for clarification: I hate boys.
When I listen to this song late at night, I have peace. It makes me feel like my life is falling into place, there's hope still there. "I love you so, so would you go with me?" Makes me wish I had brought a guitar with me...I want to learn so badly but Miss Sarah doesn't seem to make time for anything that is outside her little schedule.
My prom dress is in the closet and it's taking up a large amount of space. But it makes me happy--I'm going to prom again next weekend. Ashley is my date...it should be a lot of fun. It's going to be one crazy weekend with Relay For Life, Intersection, and prom. I had to request it off so I'm going to stay at Ashley's, something I can never do because of curfew.
I had such a fabulous weekend. Late night Friday was a little awkward, but I'm good. We dyed Easter eggs, had a delicious Easter ham, went to a boring church service, shopped, saw a movie, slept on the way back up here.
I did have one major downside to the weekend, though. I had a friend/acquaintence that died from complications of a car accident he was in Friday. Ryan Landers was a great guy that I wish I had known better. I am friends with his significant other, and I want to say something to console her but I have no idea how. Poor Lynlea...she is fantastic and I just hope that knowing that she has friends surrounding her who love and miss Ryan, too, will be of some comfort. She has so many people telling her that they are there for her, and although that might make her feel a little better, nothing is going to spare her the pain...I just want to give her a bear hug and a kiss on the head. That's all I could really offer her. God bless, Ryan.
-EDIT 1:07am-
I'm not going to gossip and mention a bunch of names, but I have to talk about this. One of my closest friends is with this guy that walks all over her and I've never liked him. I've made it clear that is the case but I've tolerated because she loves him. Well, he "sort of" broke up with her this week and now he's changed his mind or something along those lines...I don't think anyone realizes how angry this whole situation makes me...except for maybe her. I laid it all out for her tonight. I didn't say "me or him," just that if she starts dating him again that I will not be happy. But being her best friend means being there for her no matter what her decision.
Let me say this for clarification: I hate boys.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
"So tell what you want, what you really really want!"
Things are going better. I've been having some trouble falling asleep before 2am. One night I was up to 5:30am. But now it's getting better and I've been taking naps to make up for it.
I'm in a much better mood. I still have yet to do any of my bulletin boards or door decs. I'll have to do that either tonight or tomorrow...We have to have them up by Saturday, but since I'm leaving on Friday, I have to get them up before then. It's also my month to the bulletin boards up in the lobby so Tasia and I will be doing that tomorrow.
I am very glad to be coming home this weekend. I'm going earlier and coming back later than I expected, which means I'll get to do more stuff and see more people. It's going to be a lot of fun. :)
I'm in a much better mood. I still have yet to do any of my bulletin boards or door decs. I'll have to do that either tonight or tomorrow...We have to have them up by Saturday, but since I'm leaving on Friday, I have to get them up before then. It's also my month to the bulletin boards up in the lobby so Tasia and I will be doing that tomorrow.
I am very glad to be coming home this weekend. I'm going earlier and coming back later than I expected, which means I'll get to do more stuff and see more people. It's going to be a lot of fun. :)
Sunday, April 01, 2007
"You fill me full of self-doubt."
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
I'm not in a fabulous mood right now. Actually, I am kind of pissed.
My pensive self this late/early is rather bitter. Perhaps this is caused by the "too much time on my hands."
I would like to apologize to my whole family for never allowing you to meet a boyfriend. None of them were any good...at all. That's why you never got to meet them.
This little blurb was spurred on by a late night phonecall from my first boyfriend to tell me he wants to ask his current girlfriend to marry him. This would be his second engagement in the last year. The last one ended when he called his fiancee from a bar, drunk with his buddies, and dumped her over the phone then proceeded to call me to say "haha." I won't go into great detail but I did kick him in the shins at the end of our relationship. As you can see by the treatment of his fiancee, you can imagine how stupid he was back when he was 19/20 when we were dating. I'm so glad this guy is out in the work force and attempting to get married yet again--makes my conscience feel so much better.
You know what he said to me? "You know you won't do any better than me." I would rather never fall in love than spend my entire life with someone knowing that I had settled, thinking I couldn't do any better. It makes me so angry to think that someone could be so arrogant as to suggest that I couldn't do better than the gum stuck to the bottom of my Chucks.
On that bitter note, I will end this. Have a good night, chicadees.
I'm not in a fabulous mood right now. Actually, I am kind of pissed.
My pensive self this late/early is rather bitter. Perhaps this is caused by the "too much time on my hands."
I would like to apologize to my whole family for never allowing you to meet a boyfriend. None of them were any good...at all. That's why you never got to meet them.
This little blurb was spurred on by a late night phonecall from my first boyfriend to tell me he wants to ask his current girlfriend to marry him. This would be his second engagement in the last year. The last one ended when he called his fiancee from a bar, drunk with his buddies, and dumped her over the phone then proceeded to call me to say "haha." I won't go into great detail but I did kick him in the shins at the end of our relationship. As you can see by the treatment of his fiancee, you can imagine how stupid he was back when he was 19/20 when we were dating. I'm so glad this guy is out in the work force and attempting to get married yet again--makes my conscience feel so much better.
You know what he said to me? "You know you won't do any better than me." I would rather never fall in love than spend my entire life with someone knowing that I had settled, thinking I couldn't do any better. It makes me so angry to think that someone could be so arrogant as to suggest that I couldn't do better than the gum stuck to the bottom of my Chucks.
On that bitter note, I will end this. Have a good night, chicadees.
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