I Hate Being Sick.

To dream that you are trying to run but cannot make your feet move as fast as you want them to, signifies lack of self-esteem and self-confidence. It may also reflect your actual state of REM paralysis while in the dream state.

To dream that you are running alone, signifies that you will advance to a higher position and surpass your friends in the race for wealth. Alternatively, you may be running from some situation or from temptation. Or it may also mean that you need to hurry up in making a decision.



DEALMAKER: You Volunteer to Give Me Back Massages.

Sorry, I’m sort of in a shitty mood. My boss made me put together all these Ikea shelves and it took forever and now I’m sore and exhausted. Alright, sure, we can hug. Wait, what are you doing? What is happening? Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod. Do this forever.

via Dealbreaker.

Which you all should follow, if you have a tumblr.

Twenty Days.

That's how long I have to move my shit out and into where I'm living now. That's right. No more weekend trips to the valley. The house is sold and will soon be housing a new family.

I used to think that it'd make me really happy..never having to see that house every week. There are too many bad memories that have accumulated from years of family deterioration to count..enough to outnumber the good memories I've had. Too many fights that I've wanted to forget. Too many times I've woken up in my bed hating life. Too many disappointments and too many failures.

But it's not so much the house that I'm going to miss. Sure, I had the most kick ass room that there ever was, fully equipped with The Beatles posters and the most awesome bed ever (cause that's where the magic happens). But it was the independence that went along with simultaneously living in two places that I loved about my life. It wasn't ideal. For the first four years it was rather difficult. I became forgetful and irresponsible, not to mention I was remarkably confused as to what to call home. But when I started going to high school, constantly moving and changing scenery had become a part of my routine, and I loved it. I loved only having to live with my dad a couple days out of the week. And I loved when I went to LA and everyone was happy to see me after my week long absence. I became so accustomed that if I stayed in one place for more than five days I became impatient and annoyed. I had to constantly move from place to place or I would get stir crazy. So how is this going to work out?

Wish me luck in the next couple months when I'm going to have to learn how to stay in one place again.

Also, Tiffany Joy Whitaker.



I miss my lion.

I Am Not A Slut.

Today was tiring. But quite productive. If anything could be learned from it, it's that

1. My upper body strength has completely been lost.
2. I really need a set of keys that opens all the doors in my house.
3. Trying to climb through a bathroom window while sleep deprived, hungry, and still slighty lightheaded is not always a great idea.
4. I need to make more freinds who stay up past three so they can keep me company while I'm kind of freaked out.
5. Rich and annoying preteens need to get punched in the fucking jaw.
6. A night of fun should never be attempted on an empty stomach.

But other than that nonsense, today was goood. Where the Wild Things Are was great and I can (kindof) make O's!

Good Morning Sunshine.

So, by the time the debut was over, it was pretty obvious that I was in a shitty mood. I was a total fucking downer. I was disappointed in a person who I thought I could trust completely. I was annoyed by people who I once thought I would miss. And I was confused about the many conflicting situations that surrounded me. But I just got home from the longest day of the weekend and I couldn't feel more content.

Cause at the end of the day, I'm falling asleep in my warm and comfy bed. And not in the Glendale police department. Life isn't all that bad.