All I want to do is work/volunteer at Camp Aldersgate, but I didn’t apply in time so I’ll have to wait until next year. Blugggggggh. That’s the only camp like that we have here, too.
Sometimes I get irrationally emotional about the fact that my life isn’t a musical.
So I’m sitting in my kitchen, ignoring homework and eating cheesefries, and somebody knocks on the door that comes in from the garage (which is closed). Obviously, I get really still and don’t answer. Then, my neighbor opens the door, walks inside, and hands me a giant bag of shrimp.
All he says is Put that in the fridge, and then he just slips away back into my garage…
I’m not sure what just happened.
Today I made a build-a-bear because I’m full of maturity, but all of the employees were really stoned. One girl wasn’t, but she was walking around looking very sad and confused with her clipboard. I think it was one of my favorite experiences.
I’m going to spend tonight watching Hugh Grant movies, eating candy, and constantly spamming y’all with more Hunger Games gifs.
I’m going to spend tomorrow in a pool of my own tears while I do homework all day.
I’m unabashedly excited for the Hunger Games movie. I just hope it’s really good, and I’m so pumped about the soundtrack. I’m just elated.
I am at home.
I am eating hummus.
I am drinking tea.
My cat is cuddling in my lap.
I do not have to do homework.
It is a three-day weekend.
I am so happy I could cry.
I’m just going to admit this to you guys; I’ve been needing to get it off my chest for a while.
I love The Boy in Striped Pajamas.
I know it’s horribly sad, but I just really love it. The book is excellent, and the movie is beautiful.
I think I just like sad movies. Who knows.
So… Anyone interested in doing my homework?
I would be willing to offer you payment in the forms of the following:
Okay, I slightly fixed my lack of motivation by purchasing an early birthday present for myself…
The Mulan and Hercules soundtracks. Youtube no more, they are finally all mine.
I’m ready to get down to business and go the distance.
Just… Wow. I’m so unmotivated that it is simply breathtaking. I have so much to do, and I just want to cocoon in my covers forever (or until it’s time for summer or college)
One time I stumbled upon this road on a pointless driving trip with an excellent, excellent friend.
Now I can finally get my Witch’s License!
Two more solved. Score 3 on Annie’s hunt for truth.
I’m going to have so many Witch’s Licenses.
One of my biggest fears is getting in a fatal or terribly tragic and harmful car accident while a really embarrassing song is playing. I mean, I’m already afraid of being involved in a terrible car accident, but that would just make the situation worse.
I just don’t want to find myself in a position (like a dead or armless) where I can’t at least turn down the volume so that the policemen don’t hear Natasha Bedingfield’s “I Wanna Have Your Babies” blaring, or have that be the last sounds I hear. How awful.