Thanks, Mary.

I know that often times everyone {myself included} will find a song that kind of seems like the story of their life in one way or another. The other day Mary told me to listen to The Story of Us by tSwift. There is not one part of that song that isn't my life at the moment. It kind of halfway scared me. And then made me the saddest I've been about this whole situation because it was everything I've been feeling put into words. So. I know many of my close friends have been wanting the story of what has happened, but I'm much too tired of telling it. So I guess just listen to this song, and you'll get the gist of it. hah (:

Thanks, Abbey.

Silence is a girl's loudest cry. 

If she is speechless, her heart is too tired for words.

All I want to do is fix everything that's gone wrong.

But I don't know I'll ever be given the chance.

I'm starting to feel that we stay together out of fear of dying alone.

Was that title long enough for you? Knew it. hah! This isn't a complaining post. That's just what's playing at the moment, and I had nothing better to title this.


It's 12:09. May fifth. Cinco de Mayo. First day o' summa. Yeah beans. I can't sleep. I took some benadryl at work earlier today, and when I got home I crashed for a good 3.5 hours. So now I'm feeling tired, but not tired enough to sleep. ..that made zero sense.






Anywho. This week is an exciting one. I'm planning on going to the lib/perk with Mar Bear. I think I'll lay out. I need me some tannn skin. Did I mention it's summer? Took my last final today, and it was laaame. And while the last few people were giving their presentations, I watched my professor eat his scabs. So glad to be done with that class. 


I'm also having lunch with somebody who I haven't conversed with for a looongg time. Slightly anxious for that. And then another somebody comes home Friday. Definitely anxious for that one. BAH!


And now I'm having Melissa with drawls. CAP COME HOME!!!!


Click here. Do it. Now.










Now imma go drink some chocolate milk. And take some more benadryl and go to sleep.

kayloveyabye.

moth balls.

Today, Grandpa Bert busted out another one of his hilarious jokes.

Hey Al?

Yeah, Grandpa?

Have you ever smelled moth balls?

Yeah.. why?

Well how did you ever manage to lift his tiny leg up?

Love that guy.