Well.
Today my mom and I did a little Christmas shopping. I got my dad this flashlight he wanted. What a weird thing to ask for as a Christmas present...a flashlight. After all of our shopping, we saw The Nutcracker. Aww family bonding.
Urban Outfitters kills me. I saw the most amazing hoodie of all time--it was grey-blue with a hot pink skull and an assortment of other Dio de los Muertos style designs embroidered on it-- and these fabulous jeans and oh, like a million other things, all of which were out of price range. I think my closet needs some major revamping. I'm in dire need of a change. The theme? "Outrageously glamourous." I want to be fucking feeling couture. I blame The Fabulous Life of... on VH1 for making me like this.
I think my mom is under the impression that I'm starving. She makes me food all the time and she said her goal is to get me all fed and rested before I leave for London.
London....Jesus Christ. I kind of started crying when it was brought up at dinner, but I think I hid it well enough that no one noticed. I like to pretend I'm a hardass but I'm so far from it. I still cry when I watch Love Actually and I've seen that movie like twenty times.
I don't like waiting for boys to call. I get so antsy.
And why is it that I begin a phone call being totally depressed and by the end I feel a hundred percent better...how does he do this to me? Maybe London will be okay...I don't know.
Brian's mom said my hair is actually pretty healthy except for one little chunk so I'm all excited now that I can do whatever I want to it.I'm thinking of bleaching my hair to Manko's color. I'd do it in stages, of course. Think it's a good idea?
Also, I'm going to die of boredom down here without a good book. I'll love you forever if you give me suggestions.
Love,
Monroe
Today my mom and I did a little Christmas shopping. I got my dad this flashlight he wanted. What a weird thing to ask for as a Christmas present...a flashlight. After all of our shopping, we saw The Nutcracker. Aww family bonding.
Urban Outfitters kills me. I saw the most amazing hoodie of all time--it was grey-blue with a hot pink skull and an assortment of other Dio de los Muertos style designs embroidered on it-- and these fabulous jeans and oh, like a million other things, all of which were out of price range. I think my closet needs some major revamping. I'm in dire need of a change. The theme? "Outrageously glamourous." I want to be fucking feeling couture. I blame The Fabulous Life of... on VH1 for making me like this.
I think my mom is under the impression that I'm starving. She makes me food all the time and she said her goal is to get me all fed and rested before I leave for London.
London....Jesus Christ. I kind of started crying when it was brought up at dinner, but I think I hid it well enough that no one noticed. I like to pretend I'm a hardass but I'm so far from it. I still cry when I watch Love Actually and I've seen that movie like twenty times.
I don't like waiting for boys to call. I get so antsy.
And why is it that I begin a phone call being totally depressed and by the end I feel a hundred percent better...how does he do this to me? Maybe London will be okay...I don't know.
Brian's mom said my hair is actually pretty healthy except for one little chunk so I'm all excited now that I can do whatever I want to it.I'm thinking of bleaching my hair to Manko's color. I'd do it in stages, of course. Think it's a good idea?
Also, I'm going to die of boredom down here without a good book. I'll love you forever if you give me suggestions.
Love,
Monroe
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dekansilent:
sorry i'm not much of a book reader, but if i think of anything i'll be sure to let you know.
shera:
don't be jealous! They are fake! My hair is naturally really blonde...so I have to color these bitches in everyfucking day!