Learning to Live
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Okay, I guess I should take my own advice…
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Go to sleep, guys!
It’s late and you need your rest.
Okay?
Okay…goodnight.
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Wearing a dress tomorrow because all of my pants are in a wrinkled heap on my flooooooor.
Actually no…I still have my favourite pair of pants, but I think it would be bad to wear them 3 days in a row, ya know?
fashionista obviously <3
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This tea is all sorts of yuck.
Well, no…it’s not that bad, but it does this weird thing to your thought that makes you want to cry.
It’s the tension tamer one, so it’s got all these weird herbs and stuff that aren’t really meant to taste good, but calm you down.
And whether or not it’s working…I couldn’t really say because I’m pretty chill as it is.
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I’m doing really well at not picking at my nails.
Except they’re all wonderful and long and the desire to rip them all off is really getting hard to resist!
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Look what i got!!!
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I call this piece ‘waiting for my mom that’s stuck in traffic.’
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This is what i wore to work today.
I felt so uncomfortable because my pants are so tight (which, to me, is really comfortable) and like…not appropriate for work. And i say to myself ‘i can’t wear these pants to work anymore’ but then before i know it, i’m wearing them again.
But anyway…i loveeee these pants and i loveeee these shoes!
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I love his short, plump, little body…
I love his gap and his blue eyes and his receding hairline that’s speckled with grey hair.
I love his dry sense of humour and when he can’t help but laugh at things he knows he shouldn’t laugh at.
I love that he’s a typical (insert thing here) in that he plays off his teddy bear sweet personality with sarcasm.
If one of my friends wrote a list of the potential teachers I could have a crush on…he would be completely overlooked, I’m sure…
But I don’t care. He’s an angel. And I like to think that when he passed by us in the hallway, he saw me looking at him and knew why.
