This is a post about how much I don’t want to go to the doctor and get shots/a mono test/etc. My body doesn’t know what an immune system is. Lol what is health and vitality?

Callie talks to me about what it means to be an adult.

My sister Callie and I talk about my birthday.

Can I just not have a birthday this year?
For one, I don’t actually want to grow up and be an adult. Aside from that I just don’t like birthday ordeals. I’m moving to never never land. Goodbye.

Now I just hope I get into the dorm I wanted where “the rooms are huge, they have sinks, and it’s generally… a spacious, peaceful haven.”

I’d like to get out of school, but this weather lately here has been absolutely boring.

• Making actual music.

That’s probably one of the things/goals I’m most looking forward to.

A lot of the time I just want to quit everything and become an animal trainer. Goodbye, college applications and stress, I’m going to work at a zoo. I’ll have animal friends instead of people, and I can wear a safari outfit.

I had this dream that I was Nancy Drew, but I accidentally turned my boyfriend into a cat. So I hid him in my mom’s closet. He never turned back into a person; there was absolutely no resolution to this dream.

Rascal was the very best dog.

I’d rescued these kittens, and I was trying to give them a good home.

However, every person that came to me, interested in adopting a kitten, was a celebrity from the UK that I was fond of. Tom Felton, Stephen Fry, David Tennant, Emma Watson, and even some youtubers, all lined to come talk to me. You see, it was almost an amazingly excellent dream, but every time I spoke to these people whom I very much admired…

I couldn’t stop talking in a really, indescribably awful British accent. I tried to make myself stop. I thought “Annie, you’re from Arkansas. They know you aren’t British! You sound dumb! Stop!” but I couldn’t!They’d give me these awful, confused looks. I would try to tone it down and talk like I normally do, but it was impossible.

The best I could do was add y’all to the ends of some sentences.

They all left, and none of them adopted kittens. 

I woke up very embarrassed and discouraged, yet slightly amused.

And I’ll get to go to bed at ten.

And I won’t have homework.

And my cat won’t be grumpy.

And I’ll have the willpower to clean my room.

Maybe I’ll even knit.

And have time to read.

It allows me to tumbl during school and while I’m asleep. Now i can tumbl forever.

I’m sorry I judged you so harshly, queue.

That 6-8 page essay I put off until 10:30 the night before it’s due? I can finish it tomorrow; by some miracle she’s taking mercy on me and letting me stay home. I’m finishing Lilo & Stitch and going to bed, y’all.