There are so many cute bras for people with small boobs. I can't even find a damn bra that FITS. Ugh. Bra shopping is tedious, tiring and not at all fun.

Be you.

Okay. You think you're so much cooler than everyone else. That's cool. Now that you're "cool", can you tell me the difference between you and everyone else who doesn't try to be "cool" just like you? Just be yourself. We'll accept you no matter what. Just don't try to be someone you're not. There's NOTHING wrong with who you are.

Summer's Start

June 9th:

Last day of school, Jocelyn's man voice, F&S, fail rollerblading/skating, Victoria falling, Mexican food, gelatos, sit ups, Holly's casa, roots, egg toss, water ballon fights, watermelon that was never cut up to eat... Yeah. Amazing start to summer with amazing people (:

^^^^ This is gunna be me and Vicky once we get better ^^^^

 

First Softball Practice

Welp,
my first softball practice was today.
Shoot me.
Haha just kidding (:
It actually wasn't that bad.
Besides the fact that I can't throw.. catch.. or bat... or do any of those things to save my life..
it was actually pretty good.
I was the only one there who hadn't ever played before. Yippee!
I'm slowly learning. And I'm really excited to be learning.
Even though I was sweaty and out of breath by the time practice was over,
I was so glad I went.
I'm really excited to meet new people and learn new skills.
Maybe after this conditioning is done,
I'll finally be able to throw straight. :b

I can't say I'm good,
I can only say I'm trying my hardest.

*Next Day*
I woke up really sore this morning!!
Grrrrr. Oh well. I just hope I'll be less sore
by the time practice starts today.

I have a lot to say.

My notepad on my phone is almost always full
(100 notes max),
my itouch has more than 50 excessively long notes,
my drafts box on my phone is always full of random thoughts (24 max)
I write things on post-it notes, on papers around my room,
and I write random things in documents (using Microsoft Word)...
and most if it never ends up going anywhere
(unless it goes here, on my blog).
I just have a lot to say.
But nothing in particular.
And not to anyone in particular.

Ruined. Everything ruined.

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Rinse and repeat fifty million times.
That's how mad I am right now.
I'm FRUSTRATED.
I just payed nearly 30 dollars for brand new film today,
and my dogs CHEWED IT ALL UP.
I'm really mad because they also chewed all the pictures that I had yet to develop.
All the pictures that I almost developed earlier today,
but I was gunna wait until I had a few more rolls of film ready to develop.
Including a roll of film that I had just finished today. 
Ohhhh,
and did I mention that they chewed my BRAND NEW ROLL OF UNUSED 36 EXPOSURE ILFORD DELTA 100 FILM?!?!?! That's eight dollars and good quality film right there down the drain. )':
Not only can I not use the new film that I just bought today,
but I also can't develop any of my pictures. I can't even find all of my rolls of film.
They're probably scattered around my house/backyard.
Yeah. So much more than pissed.
Thank God I had my camera with me all day today. 

11:11

I've stopped making wishes at 11:11.
Why?
Because they either don't come true,
or they come true at the most inconvenient time when I wish I hadn't made that particular wish.
In which case I end up just waiting for 11:11 so I can make a counter-wish.. 

When you run to the deserted railroad tracks to go cry your eyes out in solitude ... and there's people there. FML.

Love Like This

Judy Blue Eyes
By Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

One day,

someone will love me like this <3

Lyrics:
It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard.

Remember what we've said and done and felt
About each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard.

Tearing yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever,
Yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard.

Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret.
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard
And you make it hard (x 3).

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning, please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? (Help me I'm suffering)
Listen to me baby.
It's my heart that's a suffering (Help me I'm dying)
It's a dying, that's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing the song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow.

Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she's so free
How can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy, lilting, lyric, losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady.

Que linda me la traiga Cuba,
La reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangre allí,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
Oh va, oh va, va.

Translation:
(Oh, what beauty Cuba brings me,
The queen of the Caribbean Sea,
Sunny sky has no blood over there,
And how sad that I cannot go,
Oh go, oh go, go.)

I'm pregnant.

Let me explain,
I'm mentally pregnant.
I have a lot of the symptoms of pregnancy,
but I don't have an unborn child inside of me..

Read this to learn more:
http://www.womens-health.co.uk/false_pregnancy.html