This Happened

I Have Better Hygiene Than This Post Suggests

Warning: This is a rambling post. Proceed with caution.

I want a girl that I can wrap my arms around and crush. I want a girl that doesn't care that I don't shower regularly or that I barely wash my jeans. I want a girl that will listen to me rave about my musician obsessions and not complain. I want a girl that will steal my flannels. I want a girl that is content to cuddle all day even if we don't speak a word. I want a girl that makes me feel like there are pterodactyls in my belly.

I Drink Out of Jars

Tragic.

I'm thinking of getting glasses like these.

YAYYYYYYYYY

This shitty picture was taken in a euphoric bliss over the first snowfall of the year. I ran through my house dancing and turning on lights until I realized that it was 12:30. Oops.

My mom can suck on that. We got into a fight yesterday because I said that it should be snowing right now and she said, “Fuck no. It doesn’t snow until January.”

-insert smug expression-

I Was Posting Too Much On Tumblr

I can't wait to turn 18 in 267 days so that I can:

1) Get a tattoo like this but of this.

2) Get a tattoo like this.

3) Get a tattoo of the hebrew word for "harmony." (אחדות)

4) Move out of stereotypical suburbia.

5) Be able to join the Peace Corps even if I don't immediately.

I'm sick. So is my mom, sister, and brother.
I got a new hat from Krochet Kids International. It's soft and warm and amazing.
I also found my old "his" mug, but I still can't find the matching "hers."
I want this and this.
Oh, this too.

I've Had A Little Too Much To Think

I wore the gayest outfit ever today. And I don't mean "gayest" offensively. I mean literally. Like, "Hi. I'm a lesbian." I wore skinny jeans, sea foam green keds, a plaid flannel, and one of those loose fitting tank tops... in 36 degree weather. And I didn't match.

ie: This title

I'm the kind of person that is awkward in every single thing that I do. Even if its something I'm good at, I just always look and feel awkward. Everything I wear is always just a little bit off. Even when someone picks out my outfit. It's as if my entire persona is just awkward. I think I exude awkwardness.

I Wonder What This Means

Why is it that every time I dream about Tegan Quin it's in an apocalyptic or dangerous setting? The first time she rescued me from a murderer during a Noah's Arc-esque flood. Last night I had this one:

Tegan was delivering a lecture at some college near me, so naturally I went. I got there a little late, but I parked right in front of the entrance. When I walked in, the only seat available was one next to Tegan and Lindsey. I didn't want to sit there, though, because they were being very affectionate and into each other and I didn't want to disrupt it. Tegan invited me to sit next to her anyway, and throughout the first speaker's speech we flirted and she laughed at all my jokes. Then a storm started and Tegan got scared. We wanted to leave but we weren't allowed even though I could clearly see my car from where we were sitting. Something didn't feel right, though. Like, it wasn't an ordinary storm. I don't really remember what happened. I just remember waking up in the middle of the night and willing myself to go back to sleep to see what would happen with Tegan, hahahahahahahaha.