A part-time gardener
and full-time Philadelphia cream cheese eater;
The choir girl in cut offs and high tops
who loves JESUS and indie music.
A couch connoisseur
and an unashamed devourer of all things chocolate. Known to applaud at the end of every Mel Gibson movie and buy every item on the Marshalls clearance racks.
An unapologetic romantic who will most likely get along very well with your mom.


Hello. These are musings of a juvenile thinker.

1.04.2010

ho well

I’m sitting at a cafe all by myself thinking the holidays should not be this boring. We don’t have TV at home and i don’t trust myself alone at home on the internet because of my tremendous propensity for idiocy. So i’m here sitting at a cafe all by myself thinking the holidays should not be this boring.
The most exciting thing i’ve done so far is paint my nails pink. It felt like i was going somewhere where my freshly painted pink nails would matter. Nope. Not today.
I am getting a car though. BOOYAH. But the best part about it would be that i didn’t even ask for it :) it came straight from GOD and that’s amazing. It’s not real shiny. It’s not even brand new. It even came to a point where i would sit my mom down and tell her specifically that i DID NOT WANT or NEED a car. But it came anyways. I guess when GOD sets something in motion, it happens whether you like it or not. His will is always good for us, fo shizzle.
Right now, my mom and i are living in a single room upstairs to a carenderia where the walls are reminiscent of the cardboard boxes my sister and i used to play house in. But the fresh air is lovely and the very angry, excitable dogs living downstairs are lovely as well. So we’re quite comfortable.
We’re moving to a new house by the end of January and i can’t wait to paint murals on the walls. And i really wanna paint one room gold. Maybe it’ll turn out horribly wrong, maybe it’ll be like sitting there with the sun constantly bouncing off the walls…and the mirrors…and our guests foreheads. I imagine that would make lazy afternoon blah sessions (if i actually had friends who hung out with me—they’re all in the states) more interesting.
Hm…my coffee’s getting cold. Is anybody even reading this? Later then!

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