sheesh

Im just gonna go on the record and say..I am a horrible cook...

Thats all.

The next couple of weeks...

Fridays are such wonderful days....Its the end of a super long week and the start of a weekend. Of course this weekend will be kinda boring since I still have to work....I have worked a long hour week....And its not over..It is a blessing though...

S.M.A.C.K. starts monday...I am super excited. Alice in Wonderland will be a success. After that camp, only one more week till I can head back to Baltimore and hang out with some of my favorite people. I can't wait. It will be so nice to just be surrounded by people who I love and love me and the rest of the people, I don't even know...Life will be grand. Life is grand now..It will just be grander. Is that a word?

Sketch.

There is something disturbing about watching Clifford in the morning, and one of the dogs, only having three legs. This is awkward. 

To add to the awkwardness, this morning Good Morning America had a special on a kid that they believe is a reincarnation of  a WWII pilot??? What the heck? 

There is a reason I sleep pass 10. 

Weirdos.

realization

I'm learning how to be an independent person. It sucks.

If I succeed, I succeed!!!!

Ive come to the conclusion that this blog only exists for me to express all my anger and frustrations. Thats kinda sad. Reading through my posts, I have alot of anger. 

On a brighter note, tomorrow is a new day. With new experiences. I am excited and slightly nervous. I know I am capable for what I will be doing, I am just scared of failure. I don't know why. If I fail, I fail. If I succeed, I succeed!!!! 

I am learning new things about myself. I'm learning that when I am frustrated, I usually take it out on others. I've also learned that expectations I have of other people, never seem to meet my expectation. They fail me. That has showed me I expect too much. I over analyze things and obsess. I compare myself to everyone and everything else instead of just accepting me. I try to organize my feelings. Things that shouldn't bother me anymore, still bother the heck out of me. And I hate confrontations. Im beginning to think I would be the happiest person in the world if you sat me in a room with my mac, books, movies, arrested development, strawberries, a hair brush and cheese sticks. I could spend days in there with no social interaction and I really think I would be fine. Thats sad isn't it? Or is it? 

geez..there goes another depressing blog.