Swanky

So, I'm 20 now.

( happy birthday to me )

So, I'm poor.
But I've started sewing again.
( It's a start. )

So, my wintertime depression is now in full effect.

I'm dissatisfied with everything I do.
I tried to sew a little, but the whole time I just kept telling myself it was all terrible. I couldn't execute any of my ideas.

I thought briefly about doing some homework or studying, but no.



I just want to eat chocolates and feel sorry for myself. But wanting to do that makes me very unhappy as well.
I don't want to go out or drink.
I don't want to do anything. Maybe go shopping. (Retail therapy is real. But so is debt.)

I want to drop out of school again, and I want to sleep all day.










I wish I had been born a cat.

Obama will be making the world a better place for all Manx cats.
Hooray!

Just so we're clear, I'll be sending out Happy New Year greetings. Because I'm a slacker.

:]


I love you all though, and Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!x1000

I spent all of 15 dollars, and got so many awesome things today. Tons of vintage clothing patterns in this incredible file box made specifically for patterns. Gifty things for Christmas time. 2 Sweatshirts. 2 planters. 2 little clay dishes to hold jewelry or change, etc. A glass mug that says I <3 NY, a picture frame, and a jewelry box(that is amazing!). Also, ever-so-conveniently, a pair of glasses that are my prescription!!


so hip, so trendy, so dweeb-fab, so clear is my vision.

School is almost over - I have 2 finals to take next week, and then the semester is finally over. HOORAY!

everythings gonna be aleight

ever get to feeling like a doormat?
happens to me all the time.


I want something different.
I just can't see this getting any better, you know?

seriously.

I got a credit card today.




Don't worry. I'm smart. And I'm mostly good with money.

For Halloween this year, I'm going to be this guy:



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i forgot to say this:



i got a macbook, bitch.





oh my gay, right?

The good times are killin me.



My cat has gotten excessively fat. Also, I think he's experiencing slight gender confusion since we got a little kitten.


I saw a picture of my old roommate's dog, Puck today. And it was so sad, because he lives on a farm now, and I just want to snuggle him. He was so gigantic and wonderful. :[ It makes me so sad. (Okay, I realize I sound like an idiot saying 'so sad' twice. But that's just how sad the whole thing is, really.)


School days. Work days. Sundays. Those comprise all of my time. I sure do love Sundays. I'm going to go Goodwilling with Twiggs this Sunday. It should be fab-o.

I think I'm going to treat myself to a fancy dinner tonight, just because I can. It's payday, shiiit.


Also, if anyone needs any formica sample chips for artsy-craftsy purposes, let me know. Because I think I might have close to a million. Really, though, there are at least 200,000 of them. So. DO IT TO IT.


Mucho Amore, pals.

IM ALIVE STILL, HI!


I'm listening to some nostalgic tunes, trying desperately to stay cool. There's a bad case of the muggies outside. It's doing wonders for my hair, and my upper lip is sweating.


I need a bicycle. I think I'll look on craigslist. Also, I gotta turn in my application for school.!!! Having no car is a major bummer. Well, that is, until I think about how much gasoline costs. Ew.


I'm not doing anything cool or interesting anymore. No sewing, no art, nothing. I miss it, but every time I try to get back into my niche, it feels all wrong. I've lost my knack. I'm thinking about spending more time alone, you know, to figure out what I want to do. But, I feel like it'll be fruitless. I've become so lazy.

STEP 1:get motivated, bitch.

ERNIE!


Slatten found him today in the front drive. Normally, I'd have left him out there for a little while in case his mommy came to get him. But with the gazillions of cats in this area, he would have been a goner for sure. Since my aunt Donna has rescued birds, even Starlings like him, she told me what I need to do. He's not a little baby, so he should be flying within the week. Until then, he'll be living in the bathroom, out of Manx's reach, and fed cat food every 2 hours.

:]


He's just so cute.

Considerate Artist

Kitty.

&.

I love M Ward.

Fuck.


I think I keep steering myself into the same chaotic, destructive thing. I don't know hw to escape it other than running far, far away.

I'm too ready to grow up. I'm immature, but I'm beyond all of this. I want to get married and skip the next 4 years of my life. I'm done waiting.

I kind of think I need to be medicated for my stress/anxiety problem. I binge eat when I get stressed, and I can't stop obsessing over the things I feel I'm responsible for. It sends me into fits of depression and self loathing.





And now I'm just another whiny bitch.

Over a month's worth of laundry -

6 loads. All very large. 1 was just my comforter.
My clothes were seperated into:
(1) whites
(2) blues/greens
(3) reds/browns
(4) blacks/greys
And then there were the towels.
The ones nobody else bothers to wash except me.
And then they complain about having no clean towels.


Everything's going to smell so much better.
No more nasty beer and puppy oops towels!

Hurrah, hurrah!