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Me: I have to get my boots back from Stephen.
Mom: Yeah. Shoes aren’t cheap for you.
Me: I was the only girl with big enough feet that he knew… . It isn’t everyday you say you need to get your shoes back from a boy.
Another night of being awake. I almost dozed off at my friend’s but I knew I had to come home. I am now fighting too sleep. I hit the twenty-four hour mark around seven hours ago. I wish I could just doze off.
I will put on some Shaun the Sheep (my sleepy time remedy) and pray for the best.
Before I run off into the tornado weather to run errands and pick up mom followed by work, let me tell you about two of the best people I know that I am sure you may be familiar with:
Christian! This ray of sunshine has been in my life going on three years now. We have shared in some good and bad moments but through it all, he makes me smile even when I am upset with him. We pull shenanigans and all nighters. I got him into Doctor Who- something that matters very much to the both of us now. I want to be there for him no matter what- today, tomorrow, thirty years from now.
A defining moment for me and my love for him was just a few weekends back. We had been trying to find a place to crash and I just told him we would go over to our buddy Ryan’s house. The thing was, Ryan’s mom (Wendy) didn’t want anymore people over. We waited until about 12:30 a.m. to go over, sneaking in. If we got caught, I already had it all planned out. We parked away from the house, up the road at a church. While we walked, I mentioned something about being fat. “You’re not fat.” I looked at him, although he never looked at me (he does that. When it gets down to emotions, he likes to hide. I understand that.)
“I know I’m fat, Christian. It doesn’t bother me. It bothers other people.”
Still not looking at me, “I hate people.” He said it with a blank face but I could hear the honesty in his voice.
I love that someone as wonderful and handsome and fantastic as him can love a big jumble of flaws and ideas like me.
DILLON!!!! My very best mate of five years! We knew each other in elementary school but we didn’t talk much. I just remember him dressing up as Drew Carey for Halloween and me drawing him pictures. But my junior year of highschool changed everything.
I seen Dillon last night at Christian’s house were we celebrated Ray Day and a birthday. Once we were getting ready to leave, we sat outside for an hour talking. We discussed so many things that we haven’t before. I then realized how much I missed him. Dillon and I used to text/call everyday- for four years. But then he graduated high school and our schedules weren’t compatible. I get to see him every so often- and I latch onto every opportunity.
Dillon is a rational guy and always tells me to think twice before I do something stupid. This past summer I went bridge jumping. I was the first to take the plunge but right before I did, there was a little Dillon inside my head asking, “Are you sure you really want to do this, dummy? You could get hurt.” He always pops into my head right before I do stupid things. We have both grown so much throughout these five wonderful years of friendship but I wouldn’t prefer anyone but him.
He deserves all the riches this world has to offer. He deserves the girl he has been chasing for the past two years. He deserves it all.
It amazes me that such a sensible, handsome, and perfect young man could befriend a crazy, reckless, and raggedy girl like me.
I collect A LOT of gifs …
Hell, you can even insult me!
It would make me very happy!
…………. I just really wanna use some of these gifs, man.
I feel like a creeper when I download local music from local bands. But it is good music, But then I think “Oh, jeez. I had lunch with this person. ONCE. SEVEN MONTHS AGO. Why I have I listened to his song six times in row?”
I dunno. It makes me feel weird but then my brain goes “Musicians want their music to be enjoyed.”
I just feel like a creeper.
A timeline of me
What will 2012 bring?
It has been six weeks since my car has broken down and without it I have been miserable. I can barely move as it is with my back being injured for almost five to six months but at least with my car I could escape the house of my own free will (I would go for walks but … my back haha). If I had my car, I could at least sleep in it when things got too crazy in the house. Instead, I have raging cases of insomnia, nightmares, headaches, and restlessness.
I haven’t been my usual playful self in a long time. All I ever do lately is telling myself that I have to keep my head above rising water.
I really hate being a bitch but when it comes to fucking around with my bank account, I go into to polite-bitch mode. Freescore.com- you just got pwn’d. My refund best be in my account 2-3 business days from now, ya hear? Or I will be back “Tamyka,” you best be believin’.