| i can't believe it's already thanksgiving! this means absolutely nothing to me, now that i'm in israel, except that all my friends are in dallas again, reunited at last, and i'm here... and that it's been a year since last thanksgiving. recap: SG night, my house, home alone, being a mom, jared's house, hanging out at my house, eating popsickles, juicy jackets, meeting jordan, the late nights at my house - things i won't ever forget, growing up a little bit but still staying a child :) and my birthday is in 12 days. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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| tonight i have come to a conclusion that i would rather just be friends with more than 99% of the guys i meet. sometimes i wish there was a light above my head that would lit up whenever it's a go and stay off when it's go-not. but we don't live inside a Sims house. the one who needs to know has no clue, and the ones who shouldn't go there don't get the message. hmmmmmmmmmmm |
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| some things falling into place still in the air earth down cool. |
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| life is a fucking cycle. that's all it is i (my parents) paid money for me to learn how to drive. i went to 21 classes, 6 hours with a teacher, took tests. even got half a school credit for it. move to dallas - start over with a texas permit for another 6 months. who cares!! texas says the school credit doesn't count. fine. get my license 11 months later, fine. drive for a year. finegreatamazing. come to israel, wait for 3 months for a paper that says i've been driving. fine. wait for 2 hours at the license office. FINE. NOT GET THE OK FOR THE EASY, LICENSE-CONVERSION DRIVING TEST. not fucking fine. buy the theory book (own money). not fine. have to take driving lessons again - not fine, once again. have to take an actual hardass, israeli-style driving test NOT FUCKING FINE. i'm annoyed - not fine. despite my hatred for my texas license which says PROVISIONAL (why? how? why?!) on it, because i'm not 18 yet, i would like to thank the united states for writing the day and month backwards, making me turn 18 on the 12th of june rather than the 6th of december. thank you. |
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| i have serious trust issues: i love you, but i don't trust you. i want you, but i can't have you. i don't understand you, you don't interest me, but i wish i could have you anyways. i ask you to stop blowing things out of proportion. i say, no complaints. i wish i could see you in a different light. i say, good times. i say, good times, too. -100% inner monologue. ******* i can't be bothered anymore. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, be true? |
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