This is

the first time I have been home before ten in at least a month.

Sooo

My mom had the carpets cleaned. 

Which means she put whatever was on the fucking floor, onto my bed. Not only that, but she put whatever was on the fucking shelves on my bed. 

Like I don’t have enough to do tonight already. That’s fucking great to come home to. 

Then as I’m furiously throwing the shit off my bed, she walks by and says “are you mad?”

and I say “um, yep!”

and she says “Well I had to get the carpets cleaned and you didn’t clean before hand.”

UM MAYBE BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T FUCKING TELL ME ABOUT IT?! YEAH.  THAT WOULD MAKE A LOT OF FUCKING SENSE. 

R4ND0MZ

-I have not been on Tumblr in a while!

My lawd.

-I find turquoise jewelry ravishing. I was lucky enough to have been given a turquoise ring by a friend, now I want more. 

-I recently had a very frightening experience with an owl, I no longer enjoy them.

-I just sent in my college apps, which almost caused a heart attack.

-With in the past few days, I have been astonishingly happy. I love it.

-Not too long ago, someone said something incredible to me, and meant it. It was beyond spectacular. The smile on my face was 100% pure joy.

-My trip to San Francisco made me appreciate the people around me much more than I had before.

-My moccasin looks like it’s melting into the floor. 

-I got a planner and later realized I don’t really need it.

-The thought of Christmas makes my heart skip a beat.

-I am monumentally exhausted, goodnight to all!

                                                Sweet Dreams ♥

Delayed Flight.

My flight is delayed and the airport may be one of the most interesting places on the planet. So let’s make some observations about some people.

-Plastic:

Plastic is a woman who is probably about 23. She has an obnoxious Louis Vuitton purse with neon flowers sprawled here and there. Her skin is the same color of her fake, tan, knee high boots. Yes. i am saying her skin looks just as fake. Her hair is the same color as her gold eye shadow and her iPhone is encrusted with pink rhine stones. The kind that blind you when they hit the lights just right. I gave her the name “Plastic” because literally everything about her, is fake. 

-Billy Joe

Billy Joe is a special one. He’s about forty, I presume. His light green and white checkered long sleeve is unbuttoned at the top- just enough to make it a little awkward. The shirt is tucked into his blue cowboy jeans, accompanied by a brown belt with a rather large silver buckle. To top the outfit off, he’s wearing black cowboy boots and a raggedy looking baseball cap. The sight of Billy Joe alone is pure comedy, but when I saw him pick his nose and examine his finger, I had to look away immediately. Billy Joe is a cliche hick. 

-Neon

Neon is sitting right next of Billy Joe. His shirt is highlighter neon green and his shorts are plaid with various nauseating colors. His beer belly falls over his waste line and his black running shoes, probably not used for actually running, are untied. He has small diamond studs in both ears and his hair, or whats left of it, is gelled and spiked. He’s with his wife, who looks so plain it’s hard to believe they are partners, and they give each other the occasional kiss every few minutes. Neon’s wife is the only thing that isn’t aesthetically repulsive. 

I wish I had time to do more. I love people watching. I’m sad to realize these are all generally negative observations, but I suppose it is what it is. 

Until next time.