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enamouredFirst, an indignant outcry.
WTF, LJ?! I want my Dystopia back! I friggin' hate the blue layout! You bitches!
Second:
My connection sucketh muchly. I don't even want to begin to talk about it.
Third:
I am not in Austin. And... it's a long, long story that involves potential roommates proving that they aren't exactly the most trustworthy of people in the world, among other things. So yeah--still at home, and this brings me to...
Fourth:
I could possibly be seeing Blonde Bond on a daily, possibly Monday through Thursday (or Friday?) basis. I don't know how to feel about this, so until I either see him or figure that out, I don't even know.
Fifth:
I am in desperate need of new Adidas Superstars. I have had the pair that I am wearing at the moment since my junior year of high school. These shoes are faded, scuffed up, and the logo has worn off the tongues of each shoe. The bottom and the toes are yellowed. They are comfortable, but I would totally love a new pair.
Sixth:
I do not need more shoes, yet I want a pair of ballet flats, another pair of Adidas, Nike Air Pegasus (we have them at my job and they are the most comfortable shoes ever, oh Lord), a few decent pair of heels that I can walk in, and some boots. Oh, and really nice flats. Contrary to my current occupation (besides student) and what I've just said, I do not salivate over shoes like some. I just keep thinking, "You know what, I have five pairs of black shoes and despite what I keep telling myself, they don't always match everything that I wear."
Seventh:
I haven't mentioned this because I've been too busy panicking over other things, but last weekend my van went a little nuts on me and I had to pull over. Oddly, my dad's been driving it since then and he's had no problems. But I am still left driving his car, which is odd for me because I'm used to the bulkiness of the van.
Eighth:
Monday was the first day of school for everyone. It felt so odd to not go then. Next Monday will be mine, and I feel vaguely like I've been playing hooky for a week.
Ninth:
I hate how, whenever you say something that you shouldn't have said to someone, you are faced with those moments of awkwardness after. That is my main problem with Blonde Bond. I feel like I don't know how to talk to him now. But then, I've come to realize that I have this odd problem with being friends with guys. About four times out of five, I end up with a crush on the guy in question. I was reading an old journal from when I was about twelve, and there was this kid I was friends with named Billy, and we would just hang out and talk about random things. Like the fact that we both had allergies and had to take our Claritin with lunch, the celebrities we were in love with at the time (he adored D'Arcy from the Smashing Pumpkins, I was obsessed with Howie from BSB), and writing. And I ended up with a small crush on him, and then we just stopped talking. Then sometimes I end up having a thing for someone and it disappears after we hang out. But in this case... not so much.
I mean, it's out there--he knows that I like him, but I don't know how to make things not awkward or to not make myself seem potentially stalkeresque. We just can't talk to each other the way we did before, and I hate that.
Tenth:
I have no idea where my two backpacks are, and I kinda need them for Monday. This is not good.
WTF, LJ?! I want my Dystopia back! I friggin' hate the blue layout! You bitches!
Second:
My connection sucketh muchly. I don't even want to begin to talk about it.
Third:
I am not in Austin. And... it's a long, long story that involves potential roommates proving that they aren't exactly the most trustworthy of people in the world, among other things. So yeah--still at home, and this brings me to...
Fourth:
I could possibly be seeing Blonde Bond on a daily, possibly Monday through Thursday (or Friday?) basis. I don't know how to feel about this, so until I either see him or figure that out, I don't even know.
Fifth:
I am in desperate need of new Adidas Superstars. I have had the pair that I am wearing at the moment since my junior year of high school. These shoes are faded, scuffed up, and the logo has worn off the tongues of each shoe. The bottom and the toes are yellowed. They are comfortable, but I would totally love a new pair.
Sixth:
I do not need more shoes, yet I want a pair of ballet flats, another pair of Adidas, Nike Air Pegasus (we have them at my job and they are the most comfortable shoes ever, oh Lord), a few decent pair of heels that I can walk in, and some boots. Oh, and really nice flats. Contrary to my current occupation (besides student) and what I've just said, I do not salivate over shoes like some. I just keep thinking, "You know what, I have five pairs of black shoes and despite what I keep telling myself, they don't always match everything that I wear."
Seventh:
I haven't mentioned this because I've been too busy panicking over other things, but last weekend my van went a little nuts on me and I had to pull over. Oddly, my dad's been driving it since then and he's had no problems. But I am still left driving his car, which is odd for me because I'm used to the bulkiness of the van.
Eighth:
Monday was the first day of school for everyone. It felt so odd to not go then. Next Monday will be mine, and I feel vaguely like I've been playing hooky for a week.
Ninth:
I hate how, whenever you say something that you shouldn't have said to someone, you are faced with those moments of awkwardness after. That is my main problem with Blonde Bond. I feel like I don't know how to talk to him now. But then, I've come to realize that I have this odd problem with being friends with guys. About four times out of five, I end up with a crush on the guy in question. I was reading an old journal from when I was about twelve, and there was this kid I was friends with named Billy, and we would just hang out and talk about random things. Like the fact that we both had allergies and had to take our Claritin with lunch, the celebrities we were in love with at the time (he adored D'Arcy from the Smashing Pumpkins, I was obsessed with Howie from BSB), and writing. And I ended up with a small crush on him, and then we just stopped talking. Then sometimes I end up having a thing for someone and it disappears after we hang out. But in this case... not so much.
I mean, it's out there--he knows that I like him, but I don't know how to make things not awkward or to not make myself seem potentially stalkeresque. We just can't talk to each other the way we did before, and I hate that.
Tenth:
I have no idea where my two backpacks are, and I kinda need them for Monday. This is not good.
