I love going back to sleep and waking up late with zero anxiety.
I love planning my day how I WANT to plan it and not around some annoying assignment.
I love going out and not having a worry in the world, with regards to school, at least.
I love eating sushi at 2:00 with my sister and then going for an obnoxiously expensive manicure and pedicure afterwards together. Recession? Whats that?
I love having a work out routine again.
I love that tomorrow is Wednesday and Im doing whatever it is I feel like doing!!
Okay enough. Tomorrow is supposed to be 60 degrees outside. I cant wait. I love spring weather.
I just read that Natasha Richardson was in a tragic skiing accident. The facts are nowhere to be found. Different online news surces are saying crazy things. One said that she is brain dead and on life support and another said shes okay but is just headed back home on a private plane. Apparently she took a spill on a beginner slope and fell on her head. They say she got up and was feeling fine but was comlaining an hour later of head pain and was rushed to the hospital. This is so sad to me. I hope shes okay. What is wrong with the media, how do they spread such conflicting stories??? Yikes.
Someone is outside stopped at the light by my house with COLDPLAYS- FIX YOU blasting on their car radio, hmm, nice song choice dude.
TING TINGS rock. Sweaty big venues do not rock.
Id write about last night, but Id better not. Too much. Hahaha- I, you know what I mean.
St. Patricks day is hilarious. Watching all the weirdos puke in the streets is always um, interesting. Google had a nice little salute to the holiday.
My sister went into a gourmet grocery store yesterday and asked me if I wanted her to bring anything out for me- "My hot future husband" I thought to myself, but just said- "No thanks, Im good, Dee" she came out holding a cheesecake. Good enough.
Excuse me while I go play beer pong, it is... SPRING BREAK!!
xo
Thats Not My Name - The Ting Tings
Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now
Holding back, everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)
They call me 'Hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me 'Quiet Girl'
But I'm a riot
Mary, jo, lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
I miss the catch if they throw me the ball
I'm the last chick standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting clamped up and sitting on the fence now
So alone all the time and I
Lock myself away
Listen to me, Oh No!
Although I'm dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)
They call me 'Hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'Her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me 'Quiet Girl'
But I'm a riot
Mary, jo, lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
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