August 2010
Anonymous asked: lucky to be white. hahaahahds. weird question.
Anonymous asked: do you feel lucky to be white?
Anonymous asked: youre like tumblr bipolar. you post a lot then nothing at all. whats with it?
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
I find a pretty girl.
idreamrockets:
-blamegame:
openeyes-:paintmyworlddarkblue:thatswhatpamsaid:wtferlyn:sierraa:adelexvang:
I look at her photo and stare at it for a while. Then I start to compare myself. I detail to myself about how much better she looks in so many ways. Fuck, I know it’s not good, but I can’t help it. It’s all out of envy. That’s when I start to lose confidence in myself.
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There is a tiny fiber on my camera’s sensor and it’s bothering me… but I don’t want to clean it. Sigh.
July 2010
My mom asked if I wanted to donate blood and my stomach turned. =/
Sometimes I regret talking to my mom about stuff.
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Note to self: Beets are gross.
I hate that my mom is giving away the car I like.
My finger is slowly getting less infected. Less red, same amount of green. But that is still progress, no?
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Jesus Christ. Jazmin just started cussing me out because of something I posted on Tumblr. My response: the same thing.
I want to move back to my room. It sets the mood for me to write. I miss it.
My sister just walked up to me with a notepad and said she is a detective for the APD and clues are leading to me as a suspect. Haha.
So tired
Why do I keep doing this to myself? I am going to be so tired tomorrow.
Syncing 858 songs to my ipod. I can’t help but think this is going to be the end of what will fit. I think it is.
Jesus. Fuck, when did it get late?
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I tried to sign up for the photog class at lmc but it was already full. I guess I’ll keep my eyes peeled and update you. And vise versa?
I need more variety on my Flickr. It’s all pictures of Jazmin and flowers. Damn it, someone model for me. Or don’t. Just stand there.