i'm back! from where... i'll blame tumblr. i've been busy saying nothing much there and neglecting this area of my life. not to mention i've been working and writing and enjoying the beautiful weather (for may) and getting a tan and avoiding boys and their stupidity...
well... i'm not completely avoidng boys and their stupidity. it just seems to follow me around. like a plague in a not cool way.
plagues aren't cool anyways, but this is worse. it's like, a thousand plagues all at once. GAY!

bahahaha the rainforest is gay.
thank you tmz for ruining my life.
what's new? nothing! i started work and i'm loving ever single secong i'm not there. manual labour makes you appreciate your weekends just that much more. and i had weed whacking. and litter picking. i want to be kicking homeless people out of their homeless shanty towns and cutting down branches and driving all over the city.
but i digress. we'll see how things go.

THE COUNTDOWN IS ON! i have 54 days to vegas (and my fitness regime has totally faultered... fuck) and 45 days to ECLIPSE! yeah, i'm still a twihard. i can't stop. i watched the oprah show and i fawned (yeah, i FAWNED, bitches) over it. although, this is slightly disturbing, but i don't find robert pattinson hot anymore. i don't know what happened. i was watching the oprah show and i was like... no, he's not actually that attractive anymore. i used to think he was the be-all-end-all. but now that i see that's not so, i don't find him dreamy anymore. it's frightening! i'll just look back on the glory days of my rob obsession and drool. hello?! those dossier pictures. leather jacket YUM!

okay. i'm writing this in my bathroom while i'm trying to get ready to go out. this isn't helping... and curling your hair with one hand is proving to be harder than it seems. big snaps for amputees.
later days chickens... i promise to post something sooner than this. 11 days is a stretch.

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i'm back! from where... i'll blame tumblr. i've been busy saying nothing much there and neglecting this area of my life. not to mention i've been working and writing and enjoying the beautiful weather (for may) and getting a tan and avoiding boys and their stupidity...
well... i'm not completely avoidng boys and their stupidity. it just seems to follow me around. like a plague in a not cool way.
plagues aren't cool anyways, but this is worse. it's like, a thousand plagues all at once. GAY!

bahahaha the rainforest is gay.
thank you tmz for ruining my life.
what's new? nothing! i started work and i'm loving ever single secong i'm not there. manual labour makes you appreciate your weekends just that much more. and i had weed whacking. and litter picking. i want to be kicking homeless people out of their homeless shanty towns and cutting down branches and driving all over the city.
but i digress. we'll see how things go.

THE COUNTDOWN IS ON! i have 54 days to vegas (and my fitness regime has totally faultered... fuck) and 45 days to ECLIPSE! yeah, i'm still a twihard. i can't stop. i watched the oprah show and i fawned (yeah, i FAWNED, bitches) over it. although, this is slightly disturbing, but i don't find robert pattinson hot anymore. i don't know what happened. i was watching the oprah show and i was like... no, he's not actually that attractive anymore. i used to think he was the be-all-end-all. but now that i see that's not so, i don't find him dreamy anymore. it's frightening! i'll just look back on the glory days of my rob obsession and drool. hello?! those dossier pictures. leather jacket YUM!

okay. i'm writing this in my bathroom while i'm trying to get ready to go out. this isn't helping... and curling your hair with one hand is proving to be harder than it seems. big snaps for amputees.
later days chickens... i promise to post something sooner than this. 11 days is a stretch.