me, me, me.
Betty. twenty. august27. single. canada. undergrad. volleyball & track. likes
scrapbooking. webdesigning. reading. water. file folders. hates
spiders. blinding lights. mosquitos.
orange soda. super loud music. is
jumpy. self-conscious. paranoid. careful. at times, carefree. easily excited.
jan. 01 ; new year (2010)
feb. 14 ; valentines day
apr. 07 ; hobbes' birthday
aug. 27 ; my birthday
oct. 18 ; bestie's birthday
oct. 31 ; halloween
nov. 28 ; werdna's birthday
dec. 25 ; christmas
Made it with jasc paint shop pro. very little effort needed. just wanted a change of eyes. liked how it turned out. a hard decision between another one.
called the City of Lights, based on Paris.
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*its been a long time.*
November 25, 2011
Since May of 2010, I've grown up quite a bit. I cannot believe how much I know of life now compared to what I had known before. It is ridiculous. A lot has changed and I am indecisive as to whether or not I want to share what has changed. Its more "Am I ready to
share this information?"
"You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back So that you could have the good."
That's how I feel about my break up with Calvin. He was wonderful. I harbor no feelings of hate towards him. We didn't connect, simple as that. I really thought I was going to marry him. I thought we were going to be together at the age of 20+. It seems silly now but then, it wasn't.
Farhan. He's my best friend. We're wonderful together. No, he'll never be my next boyfriend. No, he isn't stuck in the friends zone. We work so well, I don't understand. He understands me when I'm feeling hurt and down as well as when I am happy and joyful. I just don't understand.
I live with a roommate. She is wonderful, gorgeous, lively, spontaneous. I love her. On a whim, I stayed at her house for a week. That was the projected time limit. It has been almost three months. We work so well together, it's great. It makes me so happy to be around her.
I'm a mess right now, with work and school and somewhat of a social life. I try to keep it all together but I let the loose ends come out once in a while.
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs." - Shakespeare
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