I should be writing a 1750 word English paper, but I’m not. I’m distracted.
My distractions are too many to write down, but basically it all boils down to the fact that I am worried. If you have read any of my previous entries, you know the ones I wrote back in the dinosaur era (seriously I cannot believe that I haven’t updated my blog in this long), then you know that I am a compulsive worrier.
I know I haven’t written a post in a while, but the reason I created my blog was because I wasn’t the happiest of people – I needed an outlet for all my opinions and feelings. Continue reading
I am a girl that is attracted to other girls.
I have long brown hair, and blue eyes.
I love making lists and following a routine everyday.
I am not the most attractive and I’m not the most skinny – I’m okay with that.
Upon meeting me, you may call me weird – but I will use the word “unique“.
I’m so worried about college, upon hearing horror stories about mean professors and the frat boys that are around, I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t go.
We have all been taught not to judge a book by its cover, but what about not judging people based on what others tell you? Countless times I have disliked people and then became close with them after we have met.
I’m too organised for my own good, I plan and schedule almost everything in my life. So when someone changes the flow and tells me that we are doing this or that tomorrow, I completely freak out.
I have a job!! Finally, after months and months of endless applications and aggro from my parents, I have a job. So what if it’s another fast-food place? You make the best friends (and worst enemies) there.
And granted it isn’t one of the jobs on my “top 5 occupations I want” list, but it should be. I think that everyone, just once, should experience working at a fast-food restaurant – just because they will understand the business better and learn not to yell at the waitress, or cashier, or whom ever is serving them. Continue reading