Stoic.

Today

Thank you, Jessica, for sleeping with me, driving me, feeding me, etc. Thank you, Melmo, for being righteously kind. Thank you, Butthead, for indirectly feeding me Coldstone's. Thank you, Danica and Fiona, for getting into bed with me and keeping me awake during Hamlet.

Concernant la cicatrice sur ma main,
Them: "What happened?!"
Me: "Jessica."

Them: "OH."

Nice to know everybody understands. xD

So, y'all should be crazy proud of me.
I finished all my homework early to start the essay, right?
Then my mother came into my room and we just spent the last hour commemorating Whitney Houston (and Amy Winehouse) and comparing the Grammys then and now.

& I will always love you(r voice), Whitney Houston.
I'll always believe in the greatest love of all.
I'll always look forward to that one moment in time.
When you believe in love...

Is it weird that I want to shower just so that I can sing?

Getting way too many unjustified battle scars.

Out of all the topics I came up with Madame, she chose the one about songs containing bad words.

NOT MY FAULT IF I COME TO CLASS WITH BAD WORDS ALL OVER MY HOMEWORK.

You wanted it; you gots it.

I'm reading all these brilliant critical analyses and thinking about how much time it'd take me before I'd reach their level, if I ever do--to think so insightfully.

Now wouldn't it be funny if we went back in time and found out that all these authors wrote just becaues they felt like it? & there was no analyses involved, no depth, nothing. They just wrote because they wanted to write. The bird wasn't a symbol; the author just liked birds a lot. Those colors weren't mentioned for a reason; the author just jotted down the first color they saw. There were no Biblical allusions; the author just really loved the Bible.

& all our time would be wasted. All those essays, all those words for nothing.

What lovely thoughts run through my mind.

Family vs. Family (vs. Me)

I wish y'all would understand how much it hurts me when you talk about my family that way. Especially because you are my family. And that I should be on your side, but I'm not. I'm on nobody's side, because that's the way I am. And I can't help any of you, because all of you refuse to let go. The only thing I can do is sit with you and hear you tell me of the past you can't let go and cry with you. If it makes you feel any better, sure, I'll cry you a river. If it makes you a happier person, I'd be willing to do almost anything. But I can't, and that's what hurts the most.

I'm sorry y'all will never resolve this. Because you both are too stubborn to even consider the other person's side of the story. I love you both, and I'd be on top of the world if y'all loved each other the way I love you, but life doesn't work that way.

Life's too easy. That's why God gave us family. We're bound by blood to put up with them. Whether we want to or not.

Please, don't give me any opportunities to be mean.

Like when I see a status that says, "Bored--what do to?"
First thing that pops up into my head: "LEARN HOW TO WRITE PROPER ENGLISH."

Love ya', darlin'! (x

T&K Sleepover for the 2nd Time

I don't know what we were doing, but I quoted K on a sticky note. She said,

"Ew, I don't like people."

& for some reason, me&Tay cracked up like crazy. xD

Then while I was still sleeping, but I could still hear them, K accidentally kicked T in the face. REALLY AN ACCIDENT, GUYS. & T started crying (out of reflex, of course) and K just ran after her, saying "I'm sorry, Tay" a bajillion times. T continued to push her away, saying, "No, leave me alone, K. I don't wanna talk to you." Then, K said the cutest thing (whether she was scared T was gonna tell on her or not),

"I'm not going to leave you alone until you accept my apology."

She sounded so formal and mature and I was just beaming at her while "sleeping." So proud of how she handled the situation.
Whereas if it were Taylor, it'd go like, "If you tell Mommy, I'm going to tell her you _________." A threat. Oh, the love of sisters. <3

My girlsss <3

FLY LIKE A G6.

Nomatter how insane they drive me, favorite sisters ever. Right here.

(Let's try not to forget this the next time they drive me nuts.)

My little rat. xD

GANGSTAAAAAAA'.

This little cutie isn't as much of a camera horse as K. <3

BUGSY. A very creepy one at that.

My little Jacob Black.

& of course, the Biebs.

Dylanisms

So we're just in the car and...
Dyl Picks: "I was listening to music."
Me: "There was no music playing, Dyl..."

Dyl Picks: "IN MY HEAD."