Well.

I'm glad I'm not a bitch anymore, that's for sure.

Although we're apart, you're a part of my heart..

So, I was just watching The Jerk with my father and brother and that scene came on where Steve Martin and Bernadette Peters are walking on the beach came on. Steve Martin is playing the ukulele and they're singing "Tonight You Belong To Me". It made me think.

(If you haven't seen it, here.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AI8NuFAETMQ

Anyway, I was just thinking about how I would feel if some guy with ukulele playing abilities was willing to walk on the beach and play and sing with me.

I have a feeling I'd be too happy to smile.
But that'll never happen to me, I live in a landlocked state.
Oh well, maybe we can walk along a cornfield.

Have we met before?

Hi. Ha, it's been like six years since my last blog post. I'm not sure what to write about because there is wayyy too much to write about. So...

I went shopping on Friday with my fraaands. I got me some paants.
I partied yesterday.
I painted my nails and they look like tee shirts.
I found a hoody and I washed it and I like it.
I might collage with my buddai today.
I feel like the perfect mix of casual and key-ute today. But you know, I'm probably not. Hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Last night was a failure for lil' me. I was all *FALL ASLEEP WHEN THINGS GET FUN* and all my friends were like *HAVE FUN WHILE ABI IS ASLEEEEEP*
HEY THERE! :D -Frankie

Anyhoo.

I'm blogging and blogging with nothing to blog about. I might go redo my nails. MIGHT. I wanna put little tee shirts on them now.
Maybe on my toes.....

Candlelight: A poem in two crappy little parts.

Firelight
Warbling and shaking
More like waterlight, really.
A newborn baby
That
Even when it's grown and grown
Until it's bigger than life itself
It's still shaking
And flighty
And worried.


/\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\./\


A shadow on a wall
Dances like a toddler
Playful and clumsy and right
The candle falls
(or is pushed)
and accidentally starts a blaze
to rival the one
in my soul
at midnight.
It grows older in moments
or less
Until the wall it danced upon
is gone.
And as we fight the long crusade
to kill the blaze,
to win the war,
I can't help
but pity
the little candle.

Vague

And soon enough
I'll get to make
The lines of me, more vague.
And my personality
shape
show size
hair color
will be up for interpretation.
I'll be anything you want me to be.
My skills will be less threatening
My faults will be less blinding
If you're lucky
You couldn't pick me
Out of a crowd.

Truths Galore!

001. Real name → Abigail Jean Winbigler.
002. Nickname(s) → Abi? Obi? Abs? Absie?
003. Status → Single and ready to mingle. :D
004. Zodiac sign → Gemini.
005. Male or female → Female.
006. Elementary → Uhm, Warren/United.
007. Middle Schools → Uhm, Alexis/United.
008. High School → Uhm, Macomb/United.
009. Skin Color→ Paaaaale.
010. Hair color → Bloooonde.
011. Long or short → Loooong?
012. Loud or Quiet → Loud. Period.
013. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans, I've never owned sweats.
014. Phone or Camera → Phone, I have friends with cameras. :D
015. Health freak → Nahhh.
017. Do you have a crush on someone? Mmmmhm.
018. Eat or Drink → Drink.
019. Piercings → Heeeeell yeah. Wait, do I have any? No.
021. Water or Fire - Fire.
022. Love of your life or 4 Billion Dollars → A love I can handle and two billion dollars. Then I'd divorce him and travel the world to find the love of my life.

FIRSTS:
023. First fear → Clowns, I think.
024. First best friend → Have I had one yet?
025. First award → Horse show.
026. First crush → I think it was Greyson, though that may have been a dream. A kindergarten dream.
027. First pet - Mao.
028. First big vacation → Disney World?
030. First big birthday → 8? It was puppy themed. :D

CURRENTLY:
049. Eating → Air.
050. Drinking → Jones Cola.
052. I'm about to → Who knows.
053. Listening to → Folding Chair, by Regina Spektor.
054. Plans for today → It's nighttime, IDIOT.
055. Waiting for → Next weekend, Christmas, and my mom coming back.

YOUR FUTURE:
058. Want kids?→ Mmhm.
059. Want to get married? Mmhm.
060. What careers do you have in mind? Editor.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH SIGNIFICANT OTHER
068. Lips or eyes - Lips.
070. Shorter or taller? → Taller please.
072. Romantic or spontaneous → I think spontaneity *is* romantic.
073. Chest or Butt?→ BOTH. xD
074. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive.
075. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship.
077. Trouble maker or hesitant → Neither.

HAVE YOU EVER:
080. Lost glasses/contacts→ Mmhm.
081. Ran away from home → No.
083. Killed somebody → YES. xD
084. Been Heartbroken → Yeah.
085. Been arrested → No.
087. Cried when someone died → Yes.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. Yourself → Occasionally.
090. Miracles → Sometimes.
091. Love at first sight → No.
092. Heaven → Yes.
093. Santa Claus → No.
094. Tooth Fairy → No.
095. Friendships → Yes.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now more than others → Yes.
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → No.
099. Do you believe in God → Yes.
100. The End.

Friends.

Yeah, I'm damn glad I have them.

DAMN GLAD.

They're so flippin' versatile!

I mean.... They can be pillows and lovers and laughers and confidants and just....
Damn.

I love them and I'd say more, but I'm going to spend some more time with my friends.

Love,
ABi!

Ah yes.

Ah, and yes
When I was a child
I'd sit in the bath and play
And then I'd get tired
And I'd fall asleep
And I'd try and float away.


I miss being a little kid, a lot. Things were so goddamned simple.
Well, not really. But you know what I mean. At least then, people tried to protect me.
Well, not really. But... At least then, I was busy playing.

What?!

"Demi Lovato is too beautiful, talented and young to be dealing this sort of emotional baggage."

I read this in an article that I shouldn't have read. I mean, who am I to care about Demi Lovato? But.... damn. She's too beautiful?! Because of course, beautiful people should never have to deal with emotional baggage or hardships or things that LESS ATTRACTIVE people have to deal with. She's too talented?! I know people with twice her talent and double her baggage. She's too young?! She's 18. There are 9 year olds who have it worse.

I wish we didn't have famous people.

And then she kissed his nose
and he asked her, "Why on earth?"
And she giggled with her eyes
And shrugged.


Goodness gracious kids, I don't know why I'm going to do. Whenever I try to write poetryl, I get a sentence that pauses at odd times. And whenever I'm trying not to think of something, it hypothetically kicks me in the brain with its intensity. And whenever I try to make a lovely something, it turns into a simple sandwich.

Maybe I'll always be just a little below what I want to be.

Yellow yellow yellow in my eyes eyes eyes....

Yellow is always the first word that comes to my head.

Probably because of my obscenely sunny personality.

That's what I'm aiming for.

Odd...

I want to get a migraine, and have it try to split my skull.

I want it to hurt so bad, I cry.

I want to lie on the top bunk and lay a cold rag on my head,

not have any lights on,

not hear anything,

and fall into the oblivion

that is sleep

in the midst

of a migraine.

Can't stop, can't stop the beat.

Abi can't stop posting.

I want to make you cry with everything I say.
I want to affect you.
I want to make you laugh, sometimes.
I want to sing you to sleep.
I want to receive an adorable present from you.
I want to fall asleep in your arms.
I want to cry until you kiss me and tell me it's going to be okay.
I want to understand why this is so hard.
I want to be your favorite thing.
I want to blow your mind.
I want to drive in a convertible with the top down.
I want to write a lot more.
I want to cook you a meal.
I want to go on a romantic picnic.
I want to know everything that I want.
I want to make you happy again.
I want to have a fight with you, and then hug it out.
I want to paint a room with you.
I want to talk about things I can't talk about with everyone else.
I want to know everything about you.
I want to have some closure.
I want to write you poetry.
I want to harmonize.
I want to awe you with my quirks.
I want to see you every day.
I want to be able to stop thinking about you, but then again, I don't.
I want to tell you the truth.
I want to be your best friend.
I want to be the exception that proves the rule.
I want to be that girl that you run through the rain to get to.
I want to have a certain song that's "our" song.
I want to know who you are.
I want to forget who I want you to be.

Things I want:

A new bedroom.
A mini cactus.
More pairs of jeans.
More time with friends.
Inside jokes.
A boyfriend.
More shirts.
Some personality.
A bed.
Attention.
To be able to write.
To go home.
Better hair.
Perfect teeth.
Friends.
Power.
Dignity.
Motivation.
To sing in front of people again.
Compliments.
You. Mostly you.

Love,
Abi.

*smiles*

I need to start smiling more. It really improves me.
I wanna write but I don't know what about!
I think I have a poem around here somewhere, but I guess I could post that on facebook.

Eh, dammit.

The only person I want to read this, won't.

Ah, families.

As some of you may know, my grandfather recently passed on. He was a great man, and he will be missed. He was a genius of sorts, a farmer and a poet and an inventor.
He was such a good man. He died on the anniversary of his and my grandmother's 65th wedding. Now, I think that's romantic.

His passing has brought so much family to my home, and it's kind of a shock for my brother, father and I. My brother hasn't been involved yet, I don't think he can quite do it. I asked him to do a song with me at the funeral, and he just didn't think he'd be up to it.

I think this is the way grandpa would have wanted it though. We're all happy and telling stories about him.... This is the way it should be. I have cousins from California here, and aunts and uncles from Florida and Maine. And... weirdly enough, it's fun.

At the funeral tomorrow, I feel like it's not going to be very somber. He was too much of a person for people not to soak in all the life and love that he had. I mean, the man was 86. He saw so much.

He and my grandmother saw every single state in the U.S. at least once. He farmed for years and had four children, nine grandchildren. He could play the harmonica with his nose, play the saw, whistle like a bird. He had so many pets I can't even count them all. Everyone who saw him couldn't help but love him. He will be missed.

Goodbye, Grandpa. I love you.

I miss my old room. I miss sitting in my room and listening to owl city on repeat.
I miss the music of the old place.
And the snow.


And the rain and the back stoop.
And the nighttime. And how cold it always was.
And that week I was sick.


I just miss it. Every morning waiting for the bus was somehow special. I don't remember not wanting to go to school.


I remember carrying around that stupid baby bottle and always getting at least a hug a day. And wandering around after school.


And when Drea got ATTACKED by Danny Freeze. And I miss track meets.
And I miss gym. And lunch, and homework and math class.

I miss my purple comforter, I miss cafe aroma, I miss chorus.





I just want it all back.

Perspectives.

It's funny, what people see when they're looking at the same thing. Some see suicide, naked, dread, hate. Others... others see pogo, pastry, kiss, peep.. lots of 'P' words. :D

I guess it's all perspective, huh? It's all in what you're looking for.

So, I just helped my brother tie his tie for homecoming. This is his third year going and his first year wearing a tie. His girlfriend was worried about him not dressing up at all for homecoming, because he doesn't. Usually just a teeshirt and jeans. And well.. I can definitely understand why she wouldn't want him to do thaaat again. Actually, he looks good. Pretty classy and such. I'm proud of him.

That's all.

Day Ten: Letter to someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.

Mia, gosh dang.

I don't talk to Jesus as much as I should.

DONE.

Day Nine: Letter to someone you wish you could meet.

Dear Abi,

Hey. Who the hell are you? I've been told you're cool...
But I feel like I need to meet your for myself. Maybe I'll get around to it one of these days.

Love,
Abi.

Day Eight: Your favorite internet friend.

Hey, Mia.
I don't really know if you qualify as an internet friend... I mean, we've kind of met. But we never talk in public. At all. xD

I used to think you haaated me for dating Nick. But apparently, you were just being protective of your friend, which I think is cute and nice. Actually, I think you're really cute and nice. We're skyping right now, as I'm typing, and I just told you about that AWESOME anime. :D But yeah, I'm glad we're finally friends. I was always told that you and I could be awesome friends. And who knew... It was true. Boogley boo, orange goo.

Love,
Abi.

This is not a letter.

Hey there.

I saw some tigers yesterday. They were really big and I fed one of 'em.
I've been really frustrated lately. Like... I came into this little endeavor thinking it was going to be a lot less permanent, but apparently, it's not.
Does that honestly mean that the next four years of my life are going to be like this?
Kill me now.

I just don't know what to say. All the things that bother me are kind of old news, and everyone who reads this blog doesn't want to hear it all again.

But goddamn. Something's gotta give.

Love,
Abi.

Day Seven: Letter to my Ex.

Dear "....",

Screw this, how am I supposed to know what to say?

Love,
Abi.

Day Six: Letter to a Stranger.

Dear Stranger,

Hello there. *shakes hand* My name is Abi. I really would like to be your friend. I need some friends about now. Would you like to know what makes me tick?

I would too.

I know it's hard to be friends with someone you don't really know, but it's hard to be someone who you don't know, too. But, I know what I like. Maybe we have things in common?

I like socks. I like writing sometimes. I liked making videos. I like talking to people. I like necklaces that I can wear all the time. I like when my hair looks good without trying. I like that I can do a lot of crunches now and I like that my belly is looking really flat. I like how soft my skin is and I like rubbing my belly in public. I like hugging people who need it and I like burying my face is someone's shoulder. I like being friends with people who I thought hated me. I like reading. I like dresses and I like interesting teeshirts. I like dancing and I like running. I've never done a team sport and I hate football. I was recently torn from a place I loved and adjusting is really hard for me. I like scooters and bike rides with friends. I like people who do what they want because they can, I like songs with interesting lyrics. I like the color purple and late afternoon thunderstorms. I like talking for hours about nothing. I like me, I might like you. I like cell phones and lotion and shaving my legs. I like my cat and I like people's eyes. I like arguing and drama. I like being right. I like wearing tank tops and shorts, and I I like that I can pull them off now. I like writing in journals and I like classics. I have the tendency to spill my life to people I don't know, because I hate feeling like a broken record to my friends. I like contrast. I like snuggling, I don't care if people think I'm gay for liking to cuddle with girls. I just like being close to people. I like that people notice things about me. I like not being the stereotype, I like that I came back stronger than I was. I like that I can tell my friends that I love them and mean it. I like that I don't think things are awkward. I like that people can talk to me. I like taking care of people, I like holding people when they need me. I like giving and receiving compliments. I like to live, but I hate my life.

Believe it or not: Teenagers like a lot of things.

Day Five: Letter to my Dreams.

Dear... Dreams,

I wish I could remember you. I wish sometimes I could just lay back and close my eyes and be enveloped by you. I wish I had never known anyone but you because then, my only friend would be myself, but more bizarre. I know you could never really hurt me, not really.
I wish everyone else was like you. I miss you.

Sincerest love,
Abi.

Day (sort of) Four: Letter to your sibling.

Dear Aubrey, Molly, and Rory,

I love you all. Sometimes I get mad at you or I get dramatic, and it kind of hurts when you blame me for acting that way. But it just makes me sad when you act like I'm not as good as any of you because I'm not quite old enough to be cool yet. But then there are times when you seen to accept that I'm young and I'm still learning how to be cool and how to be myself. And then I get glowy and warm and happy, and I feel included and nice.
I really like being included. Just like Rudolph. :D But seriously, you all have helped me so much in growing into the person I want to be. And for that, thanks. I hope to be the best parts of you and the best parts of me and the slightly below awesome parts of me, too.
And I know you'll love me for it.

Dear Joseph,
You're really cool and I look up to you a lot, but I wish you'd be nicer to me sometimes. Sometimes I just really want to talk to someone who isn't a teenage girl. Ya know... someone who cares. I love you, Joey, and I know you kind of love me too. ;D Yeah that's right... you've been found out. Love you big bro.



TO ALL:
Love,
Abi.

Day Three: Letter To My Parents.

These should be separated.

Dear Dad,
Oh dad... I don't even know what to say. Um...
I guess this should be either a profession of my love for you and all you've done for me, or something along the lines of, "I hate you and I wish I'd never been born."

But I don't even really what to say. I do love you, but I hate it here. I hate it in this house, in this town, at this school. I hate that you're always trying to tell me that if I have the right attitude, things will get better and people will like me. That's a lie, and you know it. I hate how you blatantly refuse to help me at all with the house, under the excuse that you never asked me to clean. I know you aren't asking me. I KNOW. But you expect me to just sit around like you do, letting the house get steadily less clean and getting steadily more miserable.

And I hate how you won't let me leave.

Love, Abi

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dear Mom,
I have nothing really to say to you. Thanks for leaving.

-Abi

Day Two: Letter to my.. ahem... crush.

Dear Nick,
I've got a crush on you.
Sweetie pie.
All the day and night time...
Hear me sigh.
I never had the least notion...
That I could fall
With so much emotion.


Yeah. That's pretty much all I need to say to you. I wish we could hang out more.
But I think that little ditty pretty much covers the emotions and such.

By the way.
You have a lovely smile.

With love,
Abi.

Day One: Letter to my best friend.

Dearest Alex,
This is going to be an odd letter. I've written you a lot of letters, but I have yet to send them. Maybe that makes me a bad friend?

I wouldn't know. I'm not sure what I'm to do in this faux-letter... Usually I'd just tell you about things in mai life and ask about yours. But I figure I'm *supposed* to tell you how much you mean to me and mention a previously prepared and mildly amusing anecdote.

But.. you know how much you mean to me. I tell you every time I talk to you, and that's hella often. Because even though I knew you for a disgracefully short time, I--

Ya know what? This is ridiculous. The cliched-ness of finishing that sentence is making my head hurt. So I'll say this and keep it realz:

Alex, I love you. I got sick at school today and I forgot to tell you that I think. I can't wait to see you again.
Run from the bullies,

Abi.

30 Day Challenge AKA: Mia makes me more motivated.

And believe me kids, Mia's crackin' down.
I can hear the whips now.


You’re supposed to write one letter a day to the person listed for that day.

Day 1- Your best friend

Day 2- Your crush

Day 3- Your parents

Day 4- Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5- Your dreams

Day 6- A stranger

Day 7- Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8- Your favorite internet friend (lol)

Day 9- Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10- Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11- A deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12- The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13- Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14- Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15- The person you miss the most

Day 16- Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17- Someone from your childhood

Day 18- The person that you wish you could be

Day 19- Someone that pesters your mind-good or bad

Day 20- The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21- Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22- Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23- The last person you kissed

Day 24- The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25- The person you know that is going through the worst times

Day 26- The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27- The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28- Someone that changed your life

Day 29- The person that you want to tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30- Your reflection in the mirror

Looky! :D

How fancy am I nowwww, kids?!
My dear, DEAR friend Mia set this whooole thing up for me. Isn't it purdy?!

I luuurve it. Thank you girly!

Playing House.

Well, I'm babysitting. (Obviously not very well because I'm posting on my blog. xD)
We're sort of playing house. It's.... nice? The one can't hold down a job, has a kid, and is apparently 14. Though she has a birthday every 5 minutes? xD Playing house is surprisingly fun, even at my age.

Oh.

I get really stressed out recently. Usually when I'm alone, when no one is talking to me. When I'm thinking, and I realize things.

I hate this. I hate that I can't say *anything* for fear of prosecution. IhateitIhateitIhateit. I hate how nothing for me can be normal. I can't have anything that's solid, that stays, that gives a fuck.

I'm probably going to delete this because people will think it's dramatic.

But really... fuck it. I'm a fourteen year old girl. I'm dramatic. Deal.

So tired...

It's been a hell of a long day. But I guess days aren't really all that long when you're waking up at 11 everyday. >_<

I almost got a siamese today... but I'm tooo tired to write. Sorry, total of three followers. I can't write.

Bentoooos.

Okay, you see this? >> http://bentobloggy.blogspot.com/ << That, my dears, is a link to a blog. Now, onto the actual subject.

Bentos. Bentos bentos bentos. Anyone who has spent even a little bit of time with me understands my obsession with food that has at least a 4 on the cute scale. Bentos always nail at least an 8. Therefore, I love them. For my less japanese inclined friends, a bento is a cute little box of cutely or beautiful arranged food. (Yay for bad explanations.)

But there's this sweet little blog (the link I posted above) that centers around bentos. And she's having a giveaway, my friends. And it involves quite a few things that would make me so very, very happy. So go check out the blog! It's so cool and there's a giveaway for bento ish things and chopsticks and a chocolate lollipop thing...

I need it, kids. I just do.

Hey!

I'm getting really good at this posting thing. Maybe I'll be all writey-ditey in my boredom.
I've been really depressed lately over the 'thing that shall not be named' and it must be worse than I thought, because my dad has noticed. He doesn't quite know how to fix things, so he's been taking me driving.

IT'S SCARY.

But I love it anyway. We did it yesterday and the night before... both times rather late at night. Yesterday, it was my first time driving/I was in a huge truck/it was craaaazy foggy, so needless to say I was horrified. Tonight was a little more fun, I was driving the Olds and so it was better in a way... though I almost died. This ridiculous truck came over the hill and scared me. :3

But everyone is okay. I saw a mini car show today and it was beeeautiful. It all started with this '57 Cadillac with fins and a cherry red/spotless paint job and full red interior. Made me drool, just a little. I also hadn't eaten all day, so that was nice. :P And there was this purple thingie and a 30s era Plymouth... But enough about that.

Before all this car centric excitement, I saw my grandpa in the hospital. It was... deeply depressing. He's not the man I knew. He used to be so smart, if a little slow in his old age. And when it got a little worse, we put him into a nursing home. He was sweet as pie for a while... but then he started getting violent. Who knows why, but they got scared and sent him to another nursing home. Same thing, except this time they sent him to the psych ward of a nearby hospital. And that's where I saw him today, wearing a diaper and a hospital gown. He was just trying to get this stupid string off, but he wanted a knife. It was one of the saddest moments of my life, and thanks to the 'thing that shall not be named' I really had no one I could openly get the comfort I needed from. Eh.... I like these long posts.

Maybe if I had some foooollowers.....

Currently listening to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o22eIJDtKho
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWlLPJG9Cvg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dORTJqbD4HM

Goodbye.

Aha.

I found my blog, fancy that. I don't post much, do I... and most of my posts are horrendously outdated. I don't want to delete them though, then I wouldn't have a blog.

The last few days (well, day) have been... eventful, but not in a good way. That's okay, I just won't talk about it.

The days *before* yesterday though, were pretty great. There was a little scary thought that was always around, but I was hanging out with my sister and such. We wandered around town with a bunch of her friends, ate sugar cookies, ate pizza in a park-ish thing. All in all, it was just good fun. Immediately after she left, I got into the car to be whisked away to the home of an old old friend of mine. That was nice... though I learned some scary things. Then the "thing that shall not be named" occurred and my day went downhill. BUT! No talking about that.

My life isn't the greatest at the moment. But that's alright, it hasn't been in a long time.

Damn.

So much... damn.
Everyone's leaving.
I've left and and now living in this miserable little place.
She's gone and I never got to say goodbye... Maybe I'll never see her again.
She's going, if only for a little while.
She's going, though she'll fight it.
And she's gone.. even if she's still here.
I don't know what happened... I've gotta stop letting this happen.
Time waits for no one, even if she is incredibly attractive.

*stretch*

Well, last night was fun. I always underestimate pubescents behavior. I actually had a perfectly good time, Apples to Apples, hot tubbing, and card games until 1:30.
I wonder why I tend to underestimate people so much. My mother would tell you straight off; it's my arrogance. In this case, she might actually be right. I DO think I am better than a lot of people. But in my current environment.. I love my friends, but I am a tad more advanced than they are. Not in quite a few school subjects, I'll be the first to tell you that, but in maturity. Of course. *GRIN*

Ehhh.... Mornings?

I woke up at the right time this morning, actually, which is nice... But I thought I woke up late, so I didn't get anything done. I'll have to leave in a bit, but I might as well write, right?
Anyway. I've always thought that I hated mornings and everything morning related, but.. I love mornings. I would even go so far as to say I'm a mythical morning person. I really like walking around when it's so early that even in August it's freezing.
So, my cousin Naomi is adorable. You know what she said? You wanna know? Here goes, "I love you so much I could KISS A DOG." That's right. She'd kiss a dog for me. See that sacrifice?
Eh, I don't have much else to say. I'm going to have a busy weekend, anyone else? Two singing gigs... Do they qualify as gigs if you're not getting paid?

The First

Heyyy there. I'm sitting in my cafe, chilling in this INSANELY cold room. >_<

This is great though, I can write at WILL now! And people will maybe kinda read it. Which would be awesome, if it happens. I'll probably end up just checking it everyday for comments and the like and getting depressed when no one answers.

In short: Read my blog! Save my sanity!