One Day I want to be organized/focused enough to enter my thoughts into a journal on a daily basis. One Day i want to be able to know which windows i am closing so that i don't delete my journal entry before saving it.
UPDATE: My period came and is currently visiting again. I turned 22 about a week and a half ago. I'm reading Rosemary's Baby. Is biological clock ticking so loudly that its affecting my reading selection?
My dad is trying to convince me to stay in school for another decade. Does he need to try? Hell no! Why propel myself into the real world when i don't have to. I'm finally comfortable with writing papers, reading my literature material (aka knowing enough not to read my actual texts books, just highlight whatever the teacher is talking about and treat it as a vocab word), and using all my absence freebies.
The Zombies played here last Monday or Tuesday. I missed it. I realized who they were last Saturday but then forgot to pay attention to their showtime. Probably for the best since they are most likely not as sexy as my adolescent lust sees them. Time of the Season is a thirteen year old girl's wet dream. A sexy man more knowledgeable than your dad trying to seduce your innocence. He's no devil, but he's no white knight either. The perfect fantastical image of tall dark and handsome. It just fits so perfectly in the sexual education of a Harlequin Romance.
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