day 127

hi

i'm thinking about doing a week-long experiment in being vegan.

(NOT THIS WEEK though because tomorrow is ~~ONE NIGHT IN PARIS~~ and i need to eat lotssss of brie cheese and petit fours DUH)

sometimes i just feel really gross/guilty after eating dairy products, even though cheese is delicious, ice cream is delicious, milk is alright but chocolate milk is delicious and i would miss them terribly if i gave them up forever. not to mention could basically never go out to eat in the city of shreveport.

BUT

i've been doing my research. i think a week would do me (and the animals) some good.

day 126

i just want to put commas everywhere and never sleep

day 125

day 124

coughing all night ---------->>>> NO SLEEP FOR THIS GIRL

looks like i'll just be forced to watch a few episodes of skins. does anyone else watch that show?

*everyone shakes their head no because its really horrible*

WELL i only have 4 episodes left. the side effects: sometimes, the voice in my head has a british accent.

day 123

while pondering my life and the frivolousness of it up to this point (okay, arguable).... i've been making a short list of jobs that i'd perhaps like to have.

neat-o jobs that are cool AKA potential careers:

• cake photographer (duh)
• president of the chip of the month club
• starbucks photographer (you know, for display signs, the perfectly placed scone in focus with a blurred mug of coffee in the background, or the few dark chocolate curls perfectly arranged as if carelessly spilled while sprinkling them)
• babysitter for a monkey/ape/anything cute
• cheese taster*
• writer of a successful music blog
• star of an animal planet show
• clown (my first aspiration)
• sign language translator (would require knowing sign language, on my list of eventual goals)
• something involving the paranormal
• light or sound designer for a ridiculously large theatrical experience
• shoe designer (would be helpful if i had kept the pages and pages of shoes i drew in 6th grade)

that's really all i can think of for now.

wish me luck in my ambitions, y'all**

*coincidentally about to go make some mac and chzzz

**just looked up the correct placement of the apostrophe in "y'all"

day 122

when i was younger, i was sure i'd cracked my skull while doing flips on my parents' bed, and in a panicked voice i asked my doctor father if this was even possible.

his response sent me into a fit of despair, bawling beyond consolation, because certainly i had just cracked my skull and would die very soon at the age of ten.

day 121

"regarding matters of the heart, i have no advice that will do any good"