I am slowly but surely losing my ability to NOT procrastinate. Dealing with college registration, graduation activities, and just everyday life has made me incredibly overwhelmed. I don’t have the energy to keep up with so many tasks at once. I have really been trying to keep up with my mental and physical health along with everything else and it’s hard to balance it all. Hopefully once I graduate I will be able to focus on myself more over the summer and find time to relax.

I just officially paid for my plane tickets to the Bahamas for this summer and I’m ecstatic! Kailyn invited me in November of last year and the fact that it’s really happening makes me want to skip the next three months of school and be there already. Because of how expensive the plane ticket was, I am currently saving up as much as I can so I can buy cute stuff to wear and new swimming suits. Hopefully by then I will have made a decent amount of money from babysitting and from working at Mi Lupita. The days I serve I make really good money and I know as soon as summer hits I will get more of those shifts. Just really waiting for the end of this school year!

I have felt incredibly productive so far this week. I have kept up with my homework, walked my dog every day, cleaned my room, and had work! I have been attempting to keep myself more organized in hope that it will help me feel less stressed; however, trigonometry might be the death of me. I can never seem to wrap my head around exactly what’s going on in that class. I have always had trouble in math classes, so I am not too surprised that I am having trouble, it just sucks that this is the last semester of highschool for me and this class stresses me out a lot. I really hope that I can get my grade up.

In other news, I am going prom dress shopping tomorrow! Every year that I go dress shopping for a dance, I end up having a mental breakdown. Just because my self loathing makes it impossible to like what I put on. My sophomore year I went to prom with my ex who was then a senior and I loved my dress. Hopefully this will go smoothly like sophomore year  and I will find the perfect one! Then I just have to find an actual date… that’s the really hard part.

Valentine’s Day is not a fun day for me. Last year on Valentine’s Day I was still dating my ex boyfriend, Nate. We had made plans for him to at least stop by to see me that day before I went to volleyball practice. I’m pretty low maintenance and don’t expect anyone to spend a lot of money on me or anything, but I asked if he would maybe bring me a donut or a smoothie or something just so I would get a little something for Valentine’s Day. He said “he would make it work”. I got home from school and put on makeup. Waited for 5 hours. Just to find out that he went on a hike with his friends and never actually planned on coming over. I didn’t talk to him for 5 days but I still stayed with him for another few months. I need higher standards.

I have never had a boy bring me flowers. Or bring me food just to be nice. I am waiting for the day these things happen. Even though flowers die and food gets eaten, those are the small things that make a girl happy… even if it is basic. 

It annoys me when girls complain about having “too many guys” talking to them. Seriously? You are mad because you’re getting TOO MUCH ATTENTION??? Those kind of people are the worst kind of people.

I am currently sitting here watching Mr. Durham do a lip sync to “nothing compares” by Sinead O Connor. Starting to think he might know the song a little too well.

In elementary school I accidentally went into the boys bathroom one day. I somehow didn’t see the urinals, so I made it all the way into a stall and went to the bathroom. Of course a group of fifth grade boys came in all at once and I was trapped. As soon as they all went into a stall I bolted for the exit. They saw my shoes under the stall doors and one of them screamed “It’s a girl!”. I never wore those shoes again in fear of them recognizing me. It was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.

When I start having laugh attacks, I tend to sound like a dying goat. My friend Katie takes videos when this happens so she can show people “what my true laugh is”. No matter how many times I have tried to delete the videos from her phone she seems to have extra copies.

I think that someday I am going to open up a coffee shop. It’s going to be super aesthetically pleasing and all of the highschool and college students will want to come study there because it is peaceful. My obsession with coffee should be shared with the world and that is how I am going to do it.

I hate skinny people. No offense to skinny people, but you suck. It is so hard to watch skinny people eat massive amounts of food without gaining any weight. I can sniff a cookie and gain five pounds.

Telling funny stories from my past makes me happy so I think i’m going to continue doing it on this blog.

When we were little, my cousins and I spent a lot of time together. We would always play at their house or spend time at grandmas. One day, we were all helping to bring in the groceries from the car. My cousin Anna and I were the strongest so we got to carry a few bags each, and my smaller cousin Olivia got to carry one half gallon of milk. They lived on a split level house and as Olivia climbed to the top of the stairs with the milk, Anna decided to see what would happen if she poked her in the head once she reached the top step. Olivia went tumbling backwards down the stairs, with milk in hand. The only regret Anna has from that is having to clean up all of the exploded milk. 

This one is super embarrassing but now when I look back at it, it’s funny:

I went to my (now ex) boyfriend’s house to hang out and it was “that time of the month for me”… A couple days later I get a snapchat from him.. It’s a picture of a USED TAMPON. Apparently his dog had dug it out of the trash and ripped it to shreds in his BED. I was mortified. Let’s just say the next time I went over there all of the trash cans had lids on them. We never spoke of it again.

A few years ago my little brother received a “Knight in shining armor” play set for Christmas. There was a sword and a “suit of armor” that went around your torso and a helmet. I decided to try on the suit of armor just out of curiosity of what would happen. It got stuck. I couldn’t breathe. My mom took a few pictures before helping me out of it. Then she posted them all on facebook.

There was one night my friends and I were having a sleepover. We tried to sneak down into the kitchen at 3 am for snacks. On the way down the stairs I slipped and fell all the way down the stairs, knocking them both down with me (bowling pin style). By the time we hit the ground at the bottom my parents were standing over us scared half to death. We didn’t get snacks, just a minor concussion.

I decided to inform my grandparents of my upcoming tattoo appointments. Their immediate disappointment was not surprising to me. My grandpa decided the best way to change my mind about said tattoo was to say, “You can get a tattoo, but only if it’s the confederate flag on your left butt cheek.” I’m 90% sure he was joking…
I swear to god if I see one more person wearing Chaco’s (IN THE SNOW)… I might explode. Then, these heathens feel like they can COMPLAIN about their feet being wet or cold. Seriously? It is 27 degrees outside. Why the hell are you wearing sandals?
There is a kid in my grade who strongly resembles Linguine from Ratatouille. Also my good friend Ryan looks like a Thumb Thumb from spy kids. I find myself trying to connect people’s faces to cartoon characters as a coping mechanism for my chronic sadness. It makes me happy to think “Hey that kid looks like Cheese from Fosters Home of Imaginary Friends“. I have noticed; however, that these people do not appreciate it when you inform them of what character they look like. Apparently it hurts their self esteem.
When XXXTentesticles died, it was really upsetting for my ex boyfriend. He wrote “RIP XXXblahblahblah” all over the $40 hoodie I bought him for Christmas. He also did not understand why I would be upset about the chicken scratch sharpie handwriting on that hoodie. That was when I knew the relationship was on the decline. It was also when I realized I was dating an underground sound cloud rapper groupie.

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— Oscar Wilde.

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