my phone is being a dumb cunt. keeps turning on and off, on and off, one after another. so i can't even get a number from my address book. it's my fault, really, though. i checked it while it was in the shower, and it got wet. grrr
check out Danny Malone. He's really talented, and a real sweetheart. I mean, who doesn't love a redhead?
i just recently discovered babeland. dildos, vibrators, and handcuffs, oh my!
i usually think of myself as a good person, blissfully unaware of how other people see me. The thing is, though, I've been slacking in my good-person-ness. So in the newt week, I plan to help at least four people everyday and not say anything mean. I don't usually say mean things, anyway, but if I make it goal, maybe I won't do it at all.
I was supposed to do five hours of art this weekend for AP art. I didn't do anything. I could do something right now, and be finished at four, but I don't really care than much. I don't care about anything, really, anymore. I'm happy with my quasi-long-distance-relationship, the internet, and the occasional book. Why do anything else, right? If it wasn't so cold outside, I'd be in paradise. Except for all the things I have to do. ugh :/
As you might be aware, I have two tumors in my left breast, which my radiologist said probably weren't malignant, and not to worry about getting them removed soon, as long as I do get them removed in less than a year. So my mom is not worried about getting an appointment with a surgeon. But they've been growing at an alarming pace, and it's freaking me out a little bit. Lying on my back, I can now clearly see them making my tata a really awkward shape. I know that there is very little chance that I have breast cancer at my age, but when I think about all the relatives I have that have had cancer (7), I get a little freaked out. Both my mothers parent's died of cancer, and three of my female relatives (from both sides) have had breast cancer, the youngest being 25 when they found it. That s only seven years older than I am. Of course, I over-think everything, and along with cancer, being a worry-wart runs in the family. I am trying not to go crazy thinking about it.
My dad is going away for three weeks, and then he's going to move out into an apartment downtown. It makes sense that I'd go with him, because then I'd be able to bike to school when it gets warmer. Goodness knows I need the exercise! He goes out of town a lot, too. So I might start having a lot of parties. Might. I'm kind of psyched just thinking about it.
Well I'm sleepy, so I'm going to quit telling you about my average, boring life for now.
xxx
check out Danny Malone. He's really talented, and a real sweetheart. I mean, who doesn't love a redhead?
i just recently discovered babeland. dildos, vibrators, and handcuffs, oh my!
i usually think of myself as a good person, blissfully unaware of how other people see me. The thing is, though, I've been slacking in my good-person-ness. So in the newt week, I plan to help at least four people everyday and not say anything mean. I don't usually say mean things, anyway, but if I make it goal, maybe I won't do it at all.
I was supposed to do five hours of art this weekend for AP art. I didn't do anything. I could do something right now, and be finished at four, but I don't really care than much. I don't care about anything, really, anymore. I'm happy with my quasi-long-distance-relationship, the internet, and the occasional book. Why do anything else, right? If it wasn't so cold outside, I'd be in paradise. Except for all the things I have to do. ugh :/
As you might be aware, I have two tumors in my left breast, which my radiologist said probably weren't malignant, and not to worry about getting them removed soon, as long as I do get them removed in less than a year. So my mom is not worried about getting an appointment with a surgeon. But they've been growing at an alarming pace, and it's freaking me out a little bit. Lying on my back, I can now clearly see them making my tata a really awkward shape. I know that there is very little chance that I have breast cancer at my age, but when I think about all the relatives I have that have had cancer (7), I get a little freaked out. Both my mothers parent's died of cancer, and three of my female relatives (from both sides) have had breast cancer, the youngest being 25 when they found it. That s only seven years older than I am. Of course, I over-think everything, and along with cancer, being a worry-wart runs in the family. I am trying not to go crazy thinking about it.
My dad is going away for three weeks, and then he's going to move out into an apartment downtown. It makes sense that I'd go with him, because then I'd be able to bike to school when it gets warmer. Goodness knows I need the exercise! He goes out of town a lot, too. So I might start having a lot of parties. Might. I'm kind of psyched just thinking about it.
Well I'm sleepy, so I'm going to quit telling you about my average, boring life for now.
xxx