The only thing I could think about as we drove into LA was ‘Party in the USA’ and Miley Cyrus seeing the Hollywood sign from LAX.
You can’t even see the Hollywood sign from LAX.
I’m in my uncle’s Dead Room with all of the beastly wild animals stuffed on the wall.
I’m dressed like a saaaaillooor.
Watson has accompanied me on the trip.
Pictures on the Flickr soon.
I think I’ll be social and join the party downstairs.
Happy Birthday, Aunt Jane.
I’m going to be negative for a second here.
I’ve been using slashes// in my writing often.
I’m scared to actually drive, even though I cannot wait until the day I get my license.
Practice what you preach.
I made some apple cider and left it in my room for a minute while I got ready for bed, and now my room smells like warm cider. Those two words together sound amazing.
My contacts need ordered. Gaga eyes.
I don’t like how people actually try to make high school seem like a big, dramatic deal.
My nose keeps smelling Taco Bell/something I don’t even want to know.
And I can’t stand it when people use the word “drama” to explain problematic situations. “I hate all this drama that’s going on.”
I actually had a conversation with an unlikely person today about Iceland and European travel.
Comic-con, hurry up and get here. I want to go to you already.
When will people learn to use proper grammar.
Capitalization, punctuation, spelling, and sentence structure.
You speak fine, why can’t you write just as well?
I like the way my fingers look in my shadow. Long, thin, and perfectly pointed.
How can people be different and original if everybody’s already different and original?
I don’t understand how mediocre girls have boyfriends, and the prettiest ones never do.
My problem with boredom eating needs to stop. NOW.
I learned about Esperanto today. Sounds pretty good to me.
I wish I could look good without makeup.
The sound of lightly running water gives me the worst feeling, yet I adore the sound of rain.
I’m starting over, re-inventing myself. It’ll take time, but you’ll see.
There’s something that scares me about old TV shows’ Wikipedia pages.
This cider left a bitter taste.
I have an account on 5 different social networking / blog-type websites.
I just have nothing better to do than log on and see what’s left for me.
I wish people sent letters in the mail more often.
I have OCD.
Not that that has anything to do with it, I just thought I would say that.