So basically, my life is screwed up. Or maybe it’s my mind…
So what? So I’ve got a smile on. But it’s hiding the quiet...– John Mayer
Well, if I can’t cheer myself up, I might as well help my friends who are having a rough time as well. I try immensely hard to keep my friends and family happy (it’s apparently due to the fact that I’m a Libra) and it just seems like no one notices. Given, there are a select few who thank me for certain gestures once in a while, but I always perceive it as out of courtesy....
Okay, so for the past three weeks (actually, omitting the second week, thanks to antibiotics) I’ve missed buttloads of school because of some deranged (and mysterious) flu bug that I have. (My theory is that it’s mononucleousis, which I’m a bit embarrassed about, but hey. I’m a teenager.) I’ve been to the doctor and gotten my blood drawn twice (I’ve also had to...
I'm such a Gleek it hurts.
But I don’t care :’D
I think this is as odd as it gets.
Bianca: Elizabeth, I'm going to have to stalk you for my drama project.
Me: 'Kay. What's the drama project about?
Bianca: I have to stalk you, take a video of you in three different environments, take notes, and perform a monologue as you.
Me: Um. It's about a normal person, right?
Bianca: No, it's about a psycho.
Me: Oh ok cool. Just checking.
Confessions of emosity #2
Sometimes, I’m not a “people person.” I can be when I really put forth the effort, though.
Confessions of emosity # 1
I wish my friends cared more. Some people, including my “friends”, claim they’d do anything for their friends, but I know for a fact that I put my statement into practice.
Maybe I should go to sleep.
I mean, I have to recharge my batteries to wake up tomorrow and do homework. Lord knows how much that drains me. Le sigh. Countdown until I don’t have to wear a uniform or pay attention to stupid teachers: 34 Days. (Note: this, sadly, isn’t a countdown of me leaving high school. This is a countdown of me leaving the school I currently attend. After July 15th, I am peace out of...
Dear Jonathan Groff,
I need you to stop being gay and marry me. I can’t live without you. Love, Lily
Letter to a love.
Dear Love, Such a pristine face cannot be described; on a gloomy day I first saw it, and finally found a purpose in this abhorrent life. My succumbing heart had found a clarity that none should understand except for the man who whispers upon the mist of our newborn love. However, this love and all its potential did not last nearly enough as we both would have cared for, and I have been...
I just might have gotten rid of my writer's block.
I could cry of happiness.
Glee makes me SO happy. It just gets better and better every time I watch a new episode (given, I’m behind because I have no cable and didn’t have internet for the longest time). I need Glee to be aired until I’m old and wrinkly.