Eating: Um... life?
Drinking:Dasani water
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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I luv my mummy all time - is relative
I have spent the vast majority of the past 2 days with my mom. It wasn't horrible, we actually had a pretty good time. Watched movies, ditched church to watch DVDs, went around in our pyjamas most of the day, didn't eat real food, and nearly killed my dad's fish. I looked forward to summer, imagining it quite like the past 2 days, and then I remeber that my dad actually has to come home from vegas, where he has been all weekend. Then I suddenly renew my wish for year-round school.... (I really do love my dad, he is just alot easier to love from many miles away. But I do love him,. and feel bad when I rag on him too much.) Quote for the entry: "Excuse me, did no one tell you I was built for looks and not for work?" -Me, to my P.E. teacher who told me to go up to bat.
all time - is relative