The dance kids in my class are the only thing that make me happy. Sometimes I randomly demand they dance and then they do. Last week I taught myself how to dougie (compliments of GLEE) but refuse to show them...I dont trust my moves with out a mirror.
You might not know I am obsessed with Postsecret.com. I've never sent one but a few weeks ago I saw one featuring Purdue's campus. I read this one today and deeply wish it were written to me:
I dont think it was. But I wish it was.
Its official that I'm going 5 years for school. I dont mind that much, I'm not ready for work to be my life. This morning I started my search for where I'm going to study abroad next semester. As much as I love Ireland, I feel like I need to let it go. The world is too big to go to the same place twice.
Speaking of letting go. I had a hard core break down this month and I ended up riding my bike around the ghetto about 11:00pm. I love the ghetto because people are always out and funnily enough, this always makes me feel safe. Almost midnight and mothers are walking with strollers, people are on their porches and I still recognize people from high school. Classic.
The break down was due to many things. Living at home sucks. No one talks to me, I dont talk to anyone and all I do is work for student teaching WHICH I feel like I'm failing at. I just found out about the 5 year deal, was yelled at by an advisor AND I had just accepted that Ireland is probably never happening ever again in my life and that really sucks the most. So in this rage, as I go to hang my bike I see the hurler and schliter Jim left as a gift to my family. I stood and the door attempting thought before I grabbed the thing walked strait to the trash behind our house and tossed it in.
I just want every memory of Ireland gone.
That night Dad came to talk and I told him if he wanted it, it was in the trash (technically Jim left it to him).
"Hey I want that, it shouldnt be thrown away." Shuts door. Opens door, "Unless you have a personal reason for getting rid of it, in which case thats fine." Ha! What a genius.
THEN I came home today and FOUND THE THING SITTING BY THE BACK DOOR. Mom thought it was trashed by mistake.
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Also, theres a mouse in our house. It just crawled out from under the couch I'm on. Its a baby. Its cute but its dumb.
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I'm not sure why you want girls to do such things, when all that girl singers are good for are showing their boobies, wearing corsets, small pants and writhing under strobe lights while lip synching songs that pervy old men wrote while thinking about their 23 year old mistress. What's not to like about that.
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