When you try on a dress and it’s beautiful and it makes your body look beautiful but you look at your face and you have these hug red bumps on your face that are impossible not to notice and your hair is your typical coarse hair and you feel ugly in the beautiful dress. You want to be pretty in this dress but you’re not. Your body is amazing but how amazing is a body without a pretty face? But sometimes you try on another dress that you’re pretty in and you know you’re pretty in and it’s impossible to be ugly in.
If I think about it, I can imagine myself being single more than I can imagine myself being in a relationship. I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ll be going to all of my friends’ bachorlette parties and weddings and still be single. I mean, yes, I also see myself getting married at twenty-six, but I feel like I’m such a single girl. The girl who does things who a girl in a relationship doesn’t do (and no, I am not talking about sex or any of that because I would never) and stuff like that. I don’t know.
Every time there’s a guy I don’t like anymore but used to
I think that one day I’ll date them.
Every single one.
I’ll think like, I’ll meet them later in life and yeaah
I don’t even know why
But it’s true!
I took this a while back, but I’m thinking of dyeing my hair black maybe every year so throughout the year it will end up looking like this. Looking like red/brown highlights until they’re just at the tips. Just a thought.
I’ve actually really grown to dissecting the mink. I know we’re almost done and the practical is pretty much going to kill me, I like it now. It sucks, but I do.
random late night thoughts idk
Remember when I was talking to my former best friend about guys’ boxers and she didn’t know they had a hole in them and I had to go into full detail about why they urinate in urinals rather than having stalls
all because I told her that boys didn’t have to be fully naked to have sex and can wear their boxers during the process.
So I had a pending request on Twitter and I clicked it thinking it was probably a porn thing or something, and then it turns out it was this guy I was IN LOVE with in middle school and I choked. Choked. So now I’m like, I’m just going to twitpic a bunch of pretty pictures of myself.
Yes? Yes.
You would probably by like Jane in The Catcher in the Rye about how I would always talk about you but I would hesitate to reach out to you and when I finally do you’re not there and well, yeah.
Honestly I do not mind going on a first date with a guy going to like a burger place or something. Then he can see how unattractive I am when I eat big, fat juicy burgers and fries (my favorite). Because, you know, I’m not planning on deceiving him by taking little, polite bites and one fry at a time. Like come on. If he plans on going on more dates with me, he best be prepared to see me eat in front of him.
Yesterday during the blood pressure clinic Randy kept talking about Tyler and how his radial artery is really easy to find because he has a visible vein and he was like, “I wish everybody was like Tyler!” and he was killing me.
