I listened to Smokey the bear and put us out- no sparks to reignite, no rekindling of any kind, no means to start an old flame.
September 2010
Sometimes life is like a letter and you will get what you deserve when you finish it sincerely.
It's an awkward party unless there's alcohol to loosen things up. Maybe we need better communication skills not more booze.
August 2010
Everything is always my fault and it's so refreshing to hear when it's yours.
Sometimes driving feels like a freedom and sometimes it feels like a break-backing chore.
You should do a tutorial on how to cut t-shirts into tanks. I've tried it myself but it never looks as good as yours.
I took pictures just in case someone asked if I could make a tutorial. I will post it tomorrow :] and thanks!
School on Monday
Just because you're speaking in a foreign language does not mean it's foreign to me.
Stages Of My (Dressing) Life
- Tee: I don't like that cutting stuff stage
- Katherine: yeah.. no shirts into tanks but jeans into shorts is fine
- Tee: OH but I did like the tights stage
- Katherine: OOO YEAH ME TOO
- Me: ...
- Katherine: hey, we're just telling you the truth
- Tee: yeah, we're your friends
- Me: ...
You like to talk, but you don't like to listen.
"You should sit for this.."
They say that you should sit down because they think you can’t handle the truth. Nevertheless it’s coming and despite the momentum, despite the fore-warnings, despite how prepared you are, the storm will come and wipe everything away leaving all the things you love look like trash. It’s like the stupid character that wakes up from the middle of a nightmare walking through the same dark corridors in his dream. After he checks that the disfigured body isn’t sitting in the same eerie room, he splashes water in his face and then looks at his reflection. Now we know that what we are watching is a “Horror” or “Scary” movie and that sooner or later something ugly will pop up, but even if we are in a room with alive, breathing people, even if we’re huddled together with pillows near our faces to block out the sight, even if stereotypically whenever there’s a scene with a mirror there will be monstrous reflection- we still scream.
