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Jan 07, 2010 - 0 comments
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onion smell

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italion wedding soup

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shei

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Anxiety

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holding on

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stories

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Fran

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livejournal

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cinnamon scones

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chocolate chip scones

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steve

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Facebook

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love bruises

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nick h

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unchanging personalities

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I smelled like onions because I made wedding soup. It tasted good but I really hate smelling like an onion. I put on too much moisturizer trying to cover the smell and then took Chels's shirt. I like it. She won't be seeing it for some time. I'm sleeping over Shei's tomarrow and I don't know what to wear! I know I'm really just trying to distract myself though, I can't get any more anxious because I'm hanging in there. I can't let things keep falling. I'm not letting go. I've decided to put my stories in my livejournal. I partially think it's because of Fran- she asked my If I wrote? Because of the way I talk. Because of the way I phrase things. I like to shake things up, and I do talk like that. I like to cause trouble, and if I can get your attention in three words, well then good for me, eh? (I told Liam I checked, and his father did not birth me. Yes, it was relevent.) I'm going to make cinnamon and chocolate chip scones. Seperately. I'm excited. I love scones. We're making Steve a facebook.
Speaking of steve, I have bruises. Oh no, I'm sorry. That sounded abusive, and it isn't like that hahaha. They're...love bruises. Friction, not pain. I'm wearing them with pride. The story behind them I think is pretty funny too.
I told Nick and Cam about Shei. Maybe just cause I knew how they'd respond. It wasn't shock and a bit nauseated. It was Nick and Cam, my friends. I love knowing that. How 13 years, and Nick is still that same kids I made friends with when we were learning to spell our names. And Cam is still that kid I met in the fourth grade. Still that sweet kid. He's a good listener. There are people I won't tell. People will hear eventually. I know that. But I can deal. I'm stronger now. Damn I'm off topic and I need to get to bed. I have the funniest ferrets. God, I love them.

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