A little TV show called Bones. In the past month I have gone through on average about 3 episodes a day (prolly more, but I took a week off during my stressful week before my birthday where I didnt watch it AT ALL. oh man) Anyways, obsessed much? I have no problems admitting it because this show makes me happy. No matter what. The whole show is just filled with solving murder mysteries, legal crap (which I can't help but love) and oozing with sexual tension. I can't stand poorly made chick flicks but when it comes to those 2 badass characters in that picture, I will sit in front of the TV and be like "BOOTH! YOU LOVE HER! SAY IT ALREADY! PLEASE MAKE OUT PLEASE" Ridiculous? yeah, it is. I am ridiculous about anything I feel passionate about, obviously. This show never fails to make me smile.
Car jamming. I'm pretty okay with the fact that everytime I get into my car to drive (which is a few times a day) I look like a weird dancing fool. I HARDCORE car jam almost every single time I drive. My current dancing jams are Destiny's Child, Lady Gaga, Feist (Sealion wommmaaan) The Beatles, Stevie Wonder, Frank Sinatra, Simon and Garfunkle, Erin Tobey (she's wonderful) and my all time favorite, The Weakerthans. I am all over the place and i love it. I should watch myself because head banging and singing the words loudly isn't exactly the safest while driving (especially in the rain..) but i mean, really, how could I crash while listening to Beyonce? God is not that cruel.
School work is work, but it's really nice to work hard and see it pay off. I mean, just today I got a quiz back where I made up the answer and got a 1/2 point for it's creativity! What does RUBISCO stand for anyway? I guessed Really Unruly Birds Ignore Silly Children Often and got 1/2 a point, which is cool, because the real answer is Ribulose-1,5-bisphosphate carboxylase oxygenase... my answer was better anyway.
Michelle, Leah Belza, and Ali Greenwell are wonderful wonderful girls who I know i can talk to and hang out with at anytime. And i love them. They keep me sane. Silly stupid girl things, like dressing up like Lady Gaga, wearing heels, stupid glittery finger nail polish, movies of my childhood, going shopping. Wishing for things, for people I no longer see, for places I cant afford to go. I think of it all with them.
I want to grow, I want to do something with myself. I want to make something beautiful for no one else except for me. I care so much for specific people it hurts, I have this desire to care and love someone. I love my baby sister with my life and sometimes it brings me down. It breaks my heart to see her crawling everywhere. I can't help but miss people I once cared for and stupidly thought the best of. But right now all I need is to make myself happy alone. Being alone is not the same as being lonely, although loneliness creeps up every once in awhile, but that passes. Everything does eventually, and in the end the only thing I have is myself.
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