What kind of world is this where a.. young adult O.o; can't race their dog without getting whistled at by 40 year old yard men and have every single dude that drives by twisting their neck backwards. For those that were just thinking "why the hell is she racing her dog?" it's not so extrememly interesting that you have to be an owl and watch me until you go 'round the corner. Bloody hell people IM NOT A CIRCUS. Now that I have that out, I got my piano lesson bumbed back, and oh joyus day it's in the middle of saturday, but that's oaky cause I need to work on "Pink Elephants". Dumbo kicks major ass. Merf, might go to a movie today. W00t my life needs more spice... just more ranting
Everyone seems floating in the clouds. I know I have no reason not to be utterly happy, but I'm not. I cant seem to help this feeling of invading lonliness and depression. Over all this week has been good. I was spinning in a lovely skirt I made and my senior neighbor saw my underwear however and my friends older boyfriends, also a senior saw my chest when I switched corsets with my friend so she could show him the effect it had on her. With the underwear half the people around me saw it, only one guy was nice enough fo look away, he said he knew it would be embarressing.
No one's talked to me for a little while, I have no clue what I could have done. It just deepens the pit im in. I may as well be in the middle of the ocean with naught but a swimsuit for the comfort i recieve from my surroundings. I hope things get better. I just need a way to vent. Get out the sadness that seems so often my disease.