I'm from Idaho. I'm 20. Pretty sure the quail is my spirit animal. I like to think I'm a quirky person with good taste in music. My phobias include ovens, overflowing toilets, and spilling gas at the gas station.
starting the rough draft of my research paper, of which I have done very little actual factual reading. I have to be to work at 8 am, and it is due tomorrow at the start of class.
I’m beginning to think I do this sort of crap to punish myself. I can’t even bring myself to start it, because I’m afraid my lack of referencing legit sources will show my lameness and procrastination. I have got to get off the internet. Goodnight, everyone else who definitely has better time management skills than I do.
good karma is finally coming my way - Sold my jeep, put my two weeks notice in at my job because I’m becoming a basket case, Hoorah! is almost upon us (PRAISE JESUS), and there is a slight chance I have access to a VIP pass for the fun. concert tomorrow. First time I’ve been happy in a long time.
comes out of nowhere and overwhelms me. It usually is sparked by things you don’t think bother me, but can you seriously not sense that I am flustered? I’m bad at rehearsing how I’m going to voice my thoughts and opinions. It’s more trouble than it’s worth.
I lurrrve the movie Maverick. When it was just mom and me in the duplex, it was one of three DVD’s that we owned when we first got a DVD player, and the only one that I would watch. It’s the only movie that Mel Gibson was decently attractive in. Also, for the first like three years of watching this movie, I would always skip the first chapter thinking it was only credits—turns out there was some definite information important to the plot that I had been missing…..whoopsie!