random nothings [pt.3]

when my hair gets to the length i want it to be, i’ll probably cut it to my shoulders.

i’m not getting a tattoo.

i feel like facebook ruins the process of friendship.  there’s no element of surprise if you look at all their information on their pages.

i’m probably going to paint a shed either tomorrow or friday in my bathing suit to even out my tan.  yeah, i know it sounds lame.

i’m lame.

when i speak, it’s basically like my brain is throwing up everything it wants to say.  so i normally don’t make sense.  be prepared

i wanna have a bonfire sooooo bad!

i have a habit of writing on my hands.  my hand is my personal pda, and whenever i need to remember something, i immediately grab a pen and write it down.

if you wanna make me happy, massage my ear lobes.  not even kidding

if you wanna make me happier, let me play with the extra skin on your elbow (aka wenis).  i know it feels weird, but after a while you get used to it.

i think people with a little sense of humor only find their friends funny.  people with a great sense of humor find EVERYONE funny.

there’s a big difference between immaturity, and just knowing how to have fun.

i don’t cry anymore.  my brother called me “jaded.” haha, i don’t believe that, but all i know is i don’t cry anymore.  ever.

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i’m officially making changes to my life when i get back to school from spring break.  no more procrastination.  no more messy room.  i’m starting fresh.  i promise.

i got sunburnt this week. ouch.

i love anonymous acts of random kindness.

true confessions: i love people, and will look at an album full of pictures of people i don’t know, and not feel weird about it.  don’t judge me ;P

i’m running out of random things to say.