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TWO THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN
senior year of high school | life updates | life updates


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You can share your wishlist - it is alright to want nice things. It's not necessary to do something extraordinary to deserve a gift. It is okay to accept that sometimes people may want to give you a present. They might want to do something for you, or it may make them feel good, or just because they can. Enjoy it!

It is alright to not give someone something. People have different circumstances - you may not have to money, you may not have the time, or you may not have a particularly close relationship with someone. It's fine! Don't feel bad. It's not necessary.

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I do not miss you.

 I've been terribly absent online, and I hate that, but I've been busy with school and I'm always feeling sick anymore.

I didn't go to Snowball Saturday; Mike and I went out to eat then just went back to his and watched telly.  There was a bit of drama with some 'friends' of mine and I didn't really feel like dealing with that, especially since we hadn't wanted to go in the first place and only changed our mind when one couple said they were going.

My parents are freaking me out a bit, and I'm not really sure what to do.  When I told them that I didn't want to go to Snowball, they started pointing out all of these things that I've quit on and how I'm starting to worry them, and I just kind of started bawling.  I didn't do golf because it interefered with school work (actually, I've hated it since I started, soo...).  I didn't do basketball because it hurt me emotionally to go to practice.  I stuck with cheer, although it's ridiculous right now.  I told them I don't want to do track because I'd much rather run on my own without humiliating myself, but they weren't too pleased there. 

I guess I should be happy that they're taking an interest - not that they usually don't, it's just different, I guess?  They didn't freak this much when I was on the verge of depression, so either this is worse and I can't see it, or they learned from the last time when it took me two years to snap the fuck out of it.  

They keep saying that my grades are fine and they're proud of me, just worried.  And all I can think is that I must be worse off than I think, because it's like they're concerned I'm going to turn into a complete failure.  And just, holy crap, that is not comforting at all.

How many unreplied text messages before I admit defeat?

I'm at four so far...

Give me a TV series and I’ll tell you:
→ Favourite character:
→ Funniest character:
→ Best-looking character:
→ 3 favourite ships:
→ Least favourite character:
→ Least favourite ship:
→ Reason why I watch it:
→ Why I started watching it:

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"'I am her friend,' is vastly different than 'I have been friendzoned.' One is a statement of friendship, and the other is a statement of sexual rejection couched in a term that implies the woman doesn't know what is best for her." © feministzilla, via aimmyarrowshigh

( commentary )
I am currently working on my senior project - it's not very well developed at this point, but I'm going to focus mainly on young women in America.  I'm not sure of the details yet, but I'm really excited to see how it turns out.  I would very much like to have more discussion surrounding sexism, misogyny, feminism, et cetera, but I have yet to get to it.  I'm so busy; I'll need to schedule out time to get to it.

( aimmyarrowshigh )

So, last night I had to cheer and that was dull, but at least it was basketball. Angela was there because her boyfriend plays for the team we were playing and I told her that she needed to find me someone to talk to because. And she delivered. Bless Angela and Phil. She got me Phil's friend's number. We've been talking like all day. He's name's Zachary and he's cute and nice and oh my gosh what am I doing with myself? This is uncharted territory. He doesn't really live close close to me, but he doesn't live forever away. So I'm hoping that if we keep talking we can hang out and stuff? That'd be lovely.

I probably sound ridiculous right now. I do not care.

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