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I’m skipping morning classes. This is a terrible thing to do, but I figure that cleaning my room has a little priority.
I said I found my Xanga from when I was fourteen. Well, you can view it if you want to. It’s actually a little funny. Even at fourteen, I hated society and according to May 16th, 2005, I was an existentialist “thinker” even if I didn’t know all that much about existentialism.
Two things that make me laugh:
1. “I got to know Nikita’s ways and stuff.”
2. I thought that Butter Rum Lifesavers could get you drunk…and was thus scared to eat them.
I wrote about everything and everyone so dismissively that I have to wonder if I really cared about anything. And I had such low self-esteem and talked about it all the time but I wonder if I was really that ugly and fat. Too bad not many photos exist. I remember spending so much time turned sideways in front of the mirror, looking only at my stomach. But I wonder how it’s changed, because I still worry about how pregnant I might look and how much acne I have.
One thing’s for sure, though. I’m getting my hair cut short again, and this time, I can’t wait because instead of low-maintenance, it will be no-maintenance and very wavy. I’m so excited that I’m tempted to take scissors to my hair right now, but I know that would go really badly.
I will leave you with a Divyaism.
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