I anticipate many years before my death. Excepting disease or airbag failure.

Why is it never possible to study in town? I guess it was an attempt that was damned from the start, you know, being in the company of old friends and surrounded by hundreds of shopping opportunities and then there was the incessant desire to talk and catch up, all that.
I never even got the books out of my bags. I just wish I had Neeta's foresight "I knew we weren't gonna do anything, thats why I only brought paper." (By that she means, Blank Paper)

"New Years Eve, Post-holiday blues. Pre holiday blues, School anxiety, Appearance related insecurities. Fuck you, I want my squirrels and to sleep off year end related emotional disorders and discrepancies.

I decided to be an anti-social asshole and stay home and forgo the movie marathon and sleepover and whatever else I was invited too. Psst secret time, I hate last days of every year, I hate countdowns, I hate endings which feel too fucked up, undocumented, incomplete and unhistorical. This can't be over, it's been too boring and unexciting to end.

"May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect." "

Taken from my old blog, I sure get whiny around the end of year period. I don't even know what squirrels I was talking about.
Psycho bitch.

Have been out shopping day after day but clothes that fit me and don't look like fug still elude me. DEPRESHUN 2 DA MAX.
Yesterday Dora and I coerced Neeta and Navi into awful frilly country bumpkin-esque dress while we tried on different party dresses and frocks. I NEED to do my eyebrows, they now resemble Eva Greens, Horror.