| I can't seem to keep one of these for long. I'm starting over, trying to actually stick with one for awhile. http://perksofbeingme.blogspot.com Find me. |
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| [all about me...]
writing is my sanity
i don't like labels
i'm incredibly stubborn
if you're nice to me, i am nice to you
i am a hopeless romantic
i don’t really care if you disagree with my opinions
i'll most likely refer to you as: sweetie, hun, babe, honey, darling, or love. it's a southern thing.
i can’t drive under a bridge if a train is going over it. it freaks me out
my eyes give my true feelings away so I try to look away or hide them
i love when people ask me questions.
i’m a singer
it is almost impossible for me to be in a car and listen to the entire song of a cd if I’m driving.
i get bored easy
everything you say will remind me of a song
i relate really well with song lyrics
i love writting on my jeans
i'm not a big fan of having my heart broken
there's a lot of stuff you don’t know about me
no one knows me as well as they think they do
i don’t even know myself as well as i think i do
guys that wear girl pants make my knees turn to jello
pretty people intimidate me
i get frustrated very easily
random makes me laugh
i am random
i make me laugh
i’m not good with criticism
i could live in a hammock with the ocean roaring and never want to move
i hate talking on the phone unless I really really love you
i love quotes
i love sending and getting text messages
painting makes me happy
being covered in paint makes me even happier
i love when compliments are given discretely
i know the most random facts that you would ever want to know
[other things i love...]
black tygers
paper hearts
reading in the sun
sunsets
singing in the car
writing poetry
hugs so tight that I can’t move
dasni water bottles
sunglasses
being asked questions
skittles separated by colors
blue moose
rainbows
windows
wide ribbon as hair bows
movies at night
naps in the afternoon with the puppeh's sleeping on me
good causes
writing on jean |
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| i'm breaking. i can't do it and i'm going to collapse. i just hope i can put myself back together once i break |
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| crash goes the world on my shoulders as i fall
fall
fall
fall
fall
FAIL..... |
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| ~spending all day in bed watching RENT (even if it was because i have a migraine)
~blue fingernails
~being smothered in kisses
~painting jeans
~messages from friends to see how i am
~rice krispie treats
~the feel of paint on my hands
~the smell of paint in my room
~getting out of my room for a few minutes tonight
~having time to relax
~having time to read and write
~Sarah Miller understanding why my fingernails are blue
~all my friends in general
although girls night didn't happen tonight, it's ok. it will happen another time. i love you! and i think the migraine was from missing you pains. |
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