on saturday, i got a haircut.
i'm not sure if i mentioned it, but if i did, i am again.
whenever i get a haircut i usually say in the end that i like how it feels, new and all, and not heavy and thick, and uh, thats true.
while sitting and getting it cut, i probably realized that the only man i've ever been completely honest and nice to (in majority of aspects) and uh, faithful to is my hair-cutter? is that what you call it? but the guy who cuts my hair. and i'm serious!
same guy, for the past.
rah rah rahhhh 15 or whenever years.
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today happens to be, well, to me, the first snow fall of the year, so technically i guess this should be one of my favorite days, and well, it kind of is.
i just feel really happy today, for some reason.
i would like for this feeling to never go away, but really, i'm a total bitch and i know it's going to be gone in like, a couple hours. haha
but really, its good!
we made a lot of money off the strawberries, we finished the heart thing, uh. rah rah i get more time to work on my art collage, free was pretty swell, i passed my geometry quizzes, and double bio was woooo
really, i love bio so much theres just no words to express it even more.
speaking of bio, theres bio olympiad tomorrow, and actually, i'm pretty souped.
i felt really cutesy and happy getting all of the questions right, and they're what, ap bio stuff?
word, i need to be like. less conceited haha
i'm thinking i should shuttup, too. because i probably talk too much all the time.
right! hahahahaha.
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i've been listening to say anything like its nothing, and i'm just enjoying it like. ahhh, its just this culmination to me.
of sexual frustration and way with words.
haha. sexual frustration, right.
travis associates every boy that comes into my life with an animal.
the last one was a fish (i totally didn't mind the animal, but i mind the boy) and now its a bird
lol
he totally isn't like a bird at all, i guess, but more so, he's nothing at all, so it shouldn't matter.
right!
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sometimes, when you're there, and i'm looking at you.
i just want to kiss you.
serious.
i put the tension and restrain in every muscle in my body to not move, except those that make me smile, and blink, and you know, make my heart beat, but still
i look and look and look and smile and blink and my heart beats beats beats
and i still want to kiss you.
that surge comes in, and kicks and pounds and rushes through my veins and my arteries. through my aorta, and into capillaries. by the time you're around my fingers are pulsing and my heart is running
and ahhhhhh i wanna kiss you
bisou bisou, right!