shhhh; yes i can.

oh spring break. you are covered in snow! that's not very spring break of you, no no. my couch in my living room has not forgotten my shape. ha!


so, here i sit venting to my mom, watching forrest gump, downloaded the entire symphonic recording of les mis, and my dog is farting. i am such a party girl. watch out.

at work i daydream, when im not wiping asses of course. i think of what i want to, wish to, and can do; then i come home and tell my mom about it and shes like no, no, thats dumb, blah. pssh lady, yes i can. this is the nonsense that got me into the perdicament i'm in; talked about how i was depressed and am coming out of it with minimal relapses and she just kinda sat quiet. then asked why i didnt get help;; because mom of the no no no thats dumb attitude. i am getting better and i will do what i want. ... just need to figure it out more.

triathalon, au pair, sky dive. all on my list.

i think im gonna cut my bangs but then will i look like a chub? hmmmm

it's fine. time to go to my castle on a cloud