Alright. I don't know what i'm going to write, but now seems like a good time to write it. I'm constantly worrying about the future. Like i seriously have the next 8 months of my life planned out with dates and events. And school is like killing me. Thank god i'm taking next semester off, cause i have to decide very shortly what i'm going to do 40hrs a week for the rest of my life. And I don't know enough about myself to figure that out. And I think i'm going to make a lousey nurse. But if i'm not going to be a nurse i have to pick something else. I mean, i just wanna turn 19, have an awesome birthday, move to kingston, drink and be 19 there, go to maui, come home and drink all summerm with carolyn. And by golly thats exactly what i'm going to do.

Can I kick It?

Yah, so what the fuck is up? Blah, blah blah blaaaaaaaaaah. Is life. God i wish i would just win the lottery already so i can get on with more important things. I was having a converstation with mom yesterday about my brother and sister. Like, my sister has a house, kids, husband, new car, dvds and all the shit. And my brother has a favorite pair of underwear and thats it. So I dunno. I keep having like pre-life crisis. I should just drop out of school, work as little as possible. Get rid of my nice shit. Or should i work my ass off, get an awesome job and make tons of money? I don't know?

Yes Yes Ya'll

Can I kick It?

Yah, so what the fuck is up? Blah, blah blah blaaaaaaaaaah. Is life. God i wish i would just win the lottery already so i can get on with more important things. I was having a converstation with mom yesterday about my brother and sister. Like, my sister has a house, kids, husband, new car, dvds and all the shit. And my brother has a favorite pair of underwear and thats it. So I dunno. I keep having like pre-life crisis. I should just drop out of school, work as little as possible. Get rid of my nice shit. Or should i work my ass off, get an awesome job and make tons of money? I don't know?

Yes Yes Ya'll

So i'm crusing down the ave, and I see this poor homeless guy hitching a ride somewhere. And I always say, if I had more time i'd take him to where he was going. But this time I had all the time in the world. And I still didn't pick him up. And it broke my little heart. I'm such a bad person. Its been like nagging on me all day. Cause i had no excuse this time. And so I made one up to make me feel better, i'm a damn girl i shouldn't be picking up strangers. Which is true, but he wasn't going to hurt me. I'm just a bad person. I swear the next time some poor old fella needs a lift, i'll pick him up. Anyway for some reason that really made me feel bad. So now I feel better.

I'm not spontaneous enough. I mean, i've done spontaneous things. Like my lip and belly piercings. They were like, i'm walking by a piercing place, hey guys, lets go pierce something. Anyways. So i asked a few people yesterday what they would think if i died my hair black. Some people said it would be cool, my coworkers said no way, i'd look retarded. So i ignored what I didn't want to hear (as usual) and last night at 12 I died my hair jet black. Like BLACK. and we had to use men's hair dye cause there was no black black in womens. And the funny thing is. I have to go to summerside in a few hours to my aunts house for thanksgiving and my mom is gonna die! HaHa, i wonder what she'll say. No turning back now. Anyways. Thats my news
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