Cement Girl

I ran around with my mom today doing errands. Well, mostly errands. She took me by the Salvation Army just to see a couch she thought was so cute. I ended up buying a pair of much needed jeans for 3.50. I was going to buy new ones before new glasses wiped my checking account out, so that was really a relief since I've been wearing the same jeans day in and day out. We went to lunch at a nicer place my grandma used to take me when I was young- we met my dad, grandma, aunt and uncle there. It was really unimpressive for everyone. I had a veggie sandwich that was so bland it made me wish I was Quiznos or something. Guh, it was bad.

so here are some random pictures. New glasses:


playing the accordion at Thanksgiving. the niece is in awe, i'm sure.



here's where I get my sense of humor from: my mother. She says "stand in front of this because it's cute, and it's funny for you to stand in front of it". Okay mom. Then i try to act like she's stupid but realize I'd do the same exact thing to my friends.

nothing irks me more than when people talk crap about my dad. I'm sorry you've made your campus house into a shithole, but my dad's job is to make residences livable for the next people. That means he has to inspect your house. If there's anyone to blame for what you've done to your house, it's yourself. You're an imbecile if you think that the school has money to fix the shit you've done to the place. paying to rent a campus house is like paying to rent off campus, and I don't think you'd treat an off campus house the way you treat the one you live in now. Welcome to the real world, where you have to pay for your mistakes.

and people wonder why my dad is retiring early and heading to mexico. I can't say I blame him, and I'm ready to be done with the place as well. Maybe i'm sick of the people at my school, or maybe I'm sick of my peers in general, who act like the only person that matters in the world is self.

I think perhaps because I didn't have good friends when I was in high school that I make way too much out of the friendships I have. Or that when I hang out with people and we have a good time I get too many warm fuzzies. And I attach too fast or something. And I just wanna be best buds with anyone who will pay me any attention. or something. Or maybe it's the opposite- that I know in a half a year I won't have these people around, or any close friends for that matter. I'm trying to hold so dear and cherish everything and it seems like it's all slipping through my fingers.

And in all the fun we have I wish I could talk to someone about everything. I am so confused, so unstable. I told God to fix it and he hasn't.