Check her out...

Maybe all single women want this out of life. Anyway, this chick is so pretty! Her hair is absolutely beautiful I love her spoken word:

I think a lot about how much I'd do for my special THE ONE. I've done some of these things in the past, but I feel like I wasted it. I can't wait until I meet someone who makes me feel like this:




I like this Pretty Girl video too. This is kinda why I want a breast reduction. I need people to take me seriously, b/c too much for my liking, do people refuse to do so....

GET OUTTA MY HEAD

I prided myself on being quite a special individual. For years I've been referred to as "something else" (which often annoyed me b/c I STILL don't know exactly what those words mean). I guess just decided that the phrase means that I'm special, I'm unique, I'm different, maybe slightly wierd, but most importantly, I'm not like anyone around me... I'm something ELSE...

(Guess that wasn't as hard as I made it out to be)...

Anyway, I stumbled across a blog by this chick who's experiences totally reflect many of my journal entries from about two years ago... Man, it's freaky. I was already in a very introspective mood today, but she REALLY got me thinking even MORE about some things. Idk if I'll write about them all right now, b/c there's kind of a backlog in my brain of topics I KNEW I wanted to write about as soon as I got off work (TGIF, WHOO HOO!)

But er um... yeah. I think the girl goes to my old school, which in some wierd way, makes me feel even more of a connection with what she's saying... It's like, you've experienced this pain in the same geographic location, hell, even the same DORM in which I experienced much of my own pain... As I'm reading, I'm just like, SEEING the events unfold in my head... Like, literally seeing through her eyes, totally picturing myself in her shoes because that really WAS me at one point, dropping croutons at the salad bar... (I can even smell the HORRIBLE lunchroom smell... so eloquently referred to my friends and I when as "Lunchroom" when we encountered eachother after having eaten) that forced me to take showers shortly after returning to my dorm room...

Mostly, though, I've been feeling a nostalgia for college. The pain I experienced, especially in my last two years, made me say that under no circumstances would I miss the experiences or the people... But this week (possibly spurred by a random text from a girl who I actually stopped calling a friend and began disliking my sophomore year of college... who only has my number b/c amongst others, she and I were planning to carpool to the reunion weekend in November) I have been reminiscing like CRAZY...

I chalk it up to my cycle... I've been EXTRA emotional this week...