Eu preciso de um chega-pra-la.
That's me speaking Porchyageez.
I was telling this girl about how I think Johns Creek has an underground committee conspiring to create a utopian society. She looked at me like I was a freako and was like, "And why do you think that?". And so I told my mom about my theory, and she was like, "LOL WHATS WRONG WITH UTOPIAN SOCIETIES???" and I was like... -_-. And so I told her about my other "theories" and she thinks I'm a little crazy but that I've got some good stuff going on in this little brain of mine. Hah, little! That's why my head's the size of a hot-air balloon, and it takes 5o tries to get a shirt over my head!
Heehee, I love being silly. I want to be a storyteller on the side when I grow up! Maybe I can minor in creative writing.
I kind of miss the snow now. It melted all away. Though not really, because I'm looking forward to summer, a little. There are certain qualities, as unpleasant as they may be, that you just can't help but miss every once in a while on a cold day such as this one. I have these flashes of memory that just hit me once in a while... I'll be sitting on the floor near the air conditioner and I'll remember how I used to lie in front of it on a hot day and fall asleep while the cold air blasted my face...or I'll use this one brand of hair conditioner and think of the summer before 9th grade when that was the only one I used because I thought it smelled sooo good...it's pretty amazing how certain things can trigger the senses and memory. Is there like an official name for that?
One last contemplation.
Can you reach heaven by spaceship?
P.S. I'm excited about the new Postsecret book! Looks good! I think I have an old B&N giftcard somewhere. Maybe I will use it to buy said book. >__> .... ^__^
P.P.S. I got new jeans. ^____^
P.P.P.S. I need to redye my hair.
P.P.P.P.S. I want to wear my Warhol glasses tomorrow.
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