I want people to live in my world.

I want you all to be the star, or the villain, or the sidekick or someone else complicated whose life is dramatic. I only like people who I can make into characters. If you are extremely well-rounded, likable, consistently kind, but lacking enrapturing stories, mannerisms, or physical traits, I will think you are a boring character. Maybe I secretly just want to write about everyone, and have disdain for feeling uninspired. I am such a bitch! What strange and lofty expectations of humans. Do I even fulfill them? I don't say that many cool things. I do fun things sometimes, and I don't have boring normal aspirations..but am I a character?
I want everyone to act like they are in a book. I would say or a movie, but I hate almost all movies. I feel like I try to characterize myself, too. Is this a weird, creepy problem? Or am I just trying to keep it interesting? I am probably just a silly dreamer destined for disappointment. Hmmm. Does anyone else employ this strange type of discrimination?

Maybe it comes from my upbringing. My sister and I are weirdly typecast. She is good and benevolent and driven, and I am bad and socially kind of pissed and lucky. We usually don't stray from these stereotypes... although we don't maintain them on purpose or anything. Maybe everything comes from our upbringing. MIND FREEZE LOL. I'm trying to write y'all, but you're cramping my style by not doing things that amuse me. Cmon.

lakes, concerts, and happy ice creams of the past

Geez forgot about this thang. My life just isn't that inspiring to me right now.
I'm enjoying myself but just doing what lots of other inconsequential drone people are doing. Hmm....why am I enjoying myself? I got 4 As and a B this semester, made lots of money, met a nice boy, and rarely spent time at home. School sucks, even more so because it's got me whipped now. I like doing well and hate myself for it. I really just wanna read. Words are my fave. I like cooking, too, and making dat ca$h. Provided I'm in Richmond, those things are all I wanna do. Wahwahwah.
Anyway, here are some pics from Summer that I never put up anywhere. From when my life used to be bursting with...something


I lied; this is at my work last week. So yeah, my life does rule now.
I get to see poodles sit cutely.

Can You Still Feel the Butterflies?

This week I won scratchy lottery tickets twice because I picked the ones with the puppies.
The first time I won twenty dollars!!!!


And I registered and got every class I wanted.


"The time such clumsy time in deciding if it's time.
I'm careful but not sure how it goes.
You can lose yourself in your courage.
The mindless comfort grows when I'm alone with my 'great' plans.
This is what she says gets her through it:
"If I don't let myself by happy now then when?"
If not now when?" - JEW :)

Does the artist or song title come first?

Anthem- Good Charlotte
Hey Ma- Cam'ron

Things Keep Making Me Cry

I am not a crier.
Triggers: pictures of my Swiss babies who are growing up without me, asshole stranger calling me sugartits because I bike-yielded for him, and Marianne betraying Ferdinand in Pierrot le Fou.

I hate wimps very much. Hey