Eat, Sleep, Pull Weeds.

I don't have much to say, but I'm sure this post will end up being pretty lengthy anyways. I tend to ramble. Ahh. Let's see. My day was, as always, meh. Pretty boring. Composed of a lot of sleeping and eating. Which, eh, I wish was different. I just run out of things to do or am not ambitious enough to clean my room. Oh, I did manage to pull a few dozen weeds in the backyard though. My mom paid me $10 in advance for it. Wow. This blog is pretty exciting. Talking about weeds and such. But hey, that show about weeds is popular, so why can't this blog be? Hrm. I have zero followers. What? It's fine. I guess this is somewhat like a journal. Even though I already have Journey, my journal. Oh, I actually did something remotely exciting today. I went to Jack's and ate cookies and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And watching The Hurt Locker. It's about war. The Iraq War. Eh. I'm not sure I liked it very much, but that could be Jack's opinion rubbing off on me. We were supposed to watch The Blindside, but I guess we'll watch it this weekend. I don't think I have anything else to say. Goodnight.

Thrift Stores and Teeter-Totters.

So I'm sitting here. In my dad's house, the lower level, with this girl. Her name is Haley and she's quite...uhh...how do I even put her into words? She is a good listener, and she actually wants to know how your day went. She literally asks, "How's it going?" everytime she gets into my car or opens the door to let me in. So yes, she is very caring as well. Agh. It's difficult to put someone into words. They just are. You know? So with that said, I will stop describing her and just let you figure her out through my posts that are yet to come.
Now for my day. I went thrift store shopping with Haley and Emma, otherwise known as ELister. I absolutely love thrifting. Probably one of my favorite passtimes. Haley and I tried on endless pairs of jeans and all of them got stuck right below my ass, or donk as my mother would say. It was a good time. Oh and ELister did a Hey-Hello pass with a hottie with a hat. Hat hottie. But anyways. I got a fuzzy cheetah print purse by Miss Sixty, a pair of Gap jeans, which Haley and I effortlessly fucked up, a jean vest and a tan Boy Scout backpack. All for $10 plus some change from my Jew Jar. Sorry if that offends you. Agh.
Haley is anxious to read this. So I will be leaving now. I'll try and post more. Promise. Photos soon hopefully.

Oh and I hope you enjoy this song Haley and I wrote, while sitting on a teeter-totter:
Grinding on the teeter-totter,
Nothing could be any hotter,
(But maybe) Emma and the Ravioli,
THE SEX IS INCREDIBLE!
Her pussy is edible.

We had to stop there due to a hysteric episode. More to come.

Starting a blog is a lot of pressure. Well not really, considering nobody will ever read this. I guess I can just speak like I always do; to myself or to a journal.

Just got off the phone with Brandon. I called him. I didn't know what to do. Calling him makes me feel wanted; safe. Don't ask me why. Yes, he did cheat on me when we were dating. But I think he's always regretted it and eternally wants me back. That's why he is always there for me. It's the only explanation. But anyways. I told him about my hospitalization and everything. He thinks what they diagnosed me with is complete bullshit. But what does he know? If it is bullshit, then life isn't worth living. If I just don't have those life skills, what would I do with myself? I would never grow up or learn to handle responsibilities.
Writing on the blog is a lot easier than writing in my journey. But journey is so much prettier. BLARGH. I don't know what to do. DELETE YO ASS.