Coolin’ it. 💙 #DenimDay
I haven’t wrote on here or my journal in awhile…
Since I’m already on my computer with my eyes about to fall out of their sockets because I’ve been researching for my marketing paper and lurking instagram and facebook in between, WHY NOT WRITE ON MY BLEG.
Hi Tumblr Babes,
Hope all is well! I’m going a lil insane in the membrane… I have less than a month left until graduation, a month left until I move to LA forever and so much to do in so little time. Juan thing I don’t understand is why my stepmom doesn’t like to turn up the A/C when it’s hot. I swear it’s cooler outside than in my house. MUY CALIENTE! I am sweating ballz. I feel like I’m in a suana. I can’t live here for another summer. lol. It hasn’t been even a year yet that I’ve lived with my pops and I am completely over it. I feel like such a black sheep. Wuts new doe?! P.S. I’m actually going to really miss Las Vegas and it’s warmth of uncomfortableness.
I’m never really felt comfortable in one spot. I think it has to do with growing up without privacy. Or vice-versa because I can make myself feel comfortable around anyone anywhere, but if I stayed with people for a long period of time, it’s a different story. I itch to get away!
There’s this one guy I’ve been talking to for a few months now. He makes me happy, comfortable and giddy.
He pretends to understand my jokes.. lol jk he gets me you know? And he makes me feel good in my own skin, I’ve never felt like that with someone before. So weird. He makes me want to lay all day, but constantly think about random shit, stay in shape, but eat everything at the same time. I’m telling you dude, when I say he makes me feel comfortable, it’s the truth. We listen to the same music and click like seat belts. It kind of freaks me out. I’m becoming so out of it just thinking about it - in a good way.
I’m sad I’m leaving my grandma and my mom, but I have to do my thing. I can’t babysit them forever. Is that fucked up to say? I am completely there for them. I really am, but it’s getting to the point where I feel like their nagging me every second of my life and taking advantage of free cellphone minutes to ask me the same question 5+ times in a row. I love them. I just want to be rich enough, so I can buy them their own house and have a personal house keeper for them because they’re both getting old. They NEED to be free from my psychotic aunt that always has something to complain about. She’s more nuts than nuts itself.
All I want is to be happy when I grow up and I officially grow up May 17th at 2 p.m. the day I receive my Bachelors Degree.
If you don’t know the contraption of ice cream I get at Cold Stone, re-think our friendship. Lol #MuchNoms
Real splits. Finger splits. Sushi. Interpretive leg dancing. Downtown hotdogs. It’s not the same without you and I love you ta death. Happy Birthday BB!