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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
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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Today is: 2003-03-31 - @ 6:43 p.m.
TH elook in his eyes before I did it was breathtaking. all time - is relative
Andy gave me a ride home today from stage choir. God, I feel like such a teeny bopper talking about guys all of the time, it seems like that is all I ever talk about, all my life is. It isn't, but my life in made of up relations with other people, and the majority of them are male. I have had more female friends since transferring high schools then ever. Sorry, major bird walk. Anyways, Andy gave me a ride home today, and once we got to my house, before he said goodby, I just leaned over and kissed him. Then I calmly got out of the car, grabbed my stuff, and walked half-way to my house before he moved.
More girls should be gutsy.
Quote for the Entry: "She was like most teenagers, angry, depressed, insecure. I wish I could tell her it would all pass, but I didn't want to lie." -American Beauty
I'm not like most teenagers.
all time - is relative