Monday, April 26, 2010
Holy Bazongas!
Well, all the melons I've seen this week make me feel like I'm in a grocery store! Miranda and Destini's fruits? Holy Bazongas!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
blah blah blah this week is going extremely slow. I only have work three times this week which is kinda frustrating. I got my brakes fixed, tank filled, haircut, earring changed and a detention taken care of. All out of my pocket. You would think having a ring ripped out of my half healed cartilage would hurt more than detention but good god I swear I sat there forever. It was actually about 45 minutes in which I could be earning money. I think my money obsession comes from the fact that my mother is uncontrollable when it comes to spending hers. I wouldn't trust her with a dime of my money. I like to hoard my money and spend it on things I like.
I also managed to tip over in a cart I was riding in and skinned myself from knee to elbow. That was fun. I'm looking forward to seeing the pictures of that one on facebook. I worked on prom. I made close to $300 dollars! It was the most memorable prom ever!
Idk but for awhile I'll be sitting around being told how angry I am and how sad I am so I think it's going to be a depressing month. ttml
I also managed to tip over in a cart I was riding in and skinned myself from knee to elbow. That was fun. I'm looking forward to seeing the pictures of that one on facebook. I worked on prom. I made close to $300 dollars! It was the most memorable prom ever!
Idk but for awhile I'll be sitting around being told how angry I am and how sad I am so I think it's going to be a depressing month. ttml
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Wooooooowww
There is something wrong with this girl. Not only is my my mind unfiltered and raw it also lacks the ability to retain any lessons learned. I finally stepped over that line and didn't even recognise I did so. I mean what makes my mind think this is normal? Seriously I wish SOMEONE was like me. I wanna be a therapist as a job perfession. Maybe I could help someone. Someone who people don't understand like me. It seems like therapists are only taught what to see and none of them experience any of the real symptoms. I have to realise that I am not funny and I am not a little girl anymore. I want a therapist that I can talk to not one that sits there and tells me what I'm doing wrong. I mean seriously I don't think she knows anything about me. I want REAL therapy!
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