eating some chips i brought home from my job, the idea strikes me that i'm tired of being known as the bitchy, loud, sarcastic girl who always has a witty comeback. if i am quiet, people ask me what's wrong, and i'm supposed to come up with an explanation. what if i just don't feel like talking? i, naturally, could work to break this judgement by being more forgiving, more kind. but my tolerance for ignorace is 0. interesting line to tread upon.
prom is coming up in about a month and a half. the prom fever hasn't quite set in yet, and i hope it never will. it's is just another box to break out of, another hole of desolation to climb out of. i don't want to worry about a dress, a date, dinner, pictures, how to get there, etc. i know this is supposed to be the time of my life, but it doesn't feel like it. not that i wouldn't be excited to get a date, i'm just not in the right form of mind.
i apologize for my blog being dreary as of late, but i'm actually not sorry. this is me. check the marilyn monroe quote below.
now, chums. i am thinking of getting my hair cut. it is too hot to keep down all the time, due to it being ultra thick. like anne hathway's in the devil wears prada? bangs could be fun...
listening to: "they weren't there" by missy higgins.
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