12:58am randoms

usually, i try to have some kinda topic for each post
but this is not a usual moment

i'm just gonna blabber for a bit [excuse me], post, close my laptop, and plop my head onto my pillow (gently this time, because last time was no bueno), hoping that whatever i dream tonight, i will remember tomorrow morning as i sit on my white porcelain chair (which is when i usually remember my dreams).
i realized today morning when i remembered last night's dream, that i haven't been dreaming these past few days. or maybe i did and i just don't remember. that's unusual though.

i've had the crankiest week last week. and the fattiest day today, munching on every single snack on the table at church. i went back and forth between standing next to the table and standing 6 feet away from the table -- at least 8 times. i'm gonna get my rag for sure this week, which is awesome because my GRE is this saturday.

WHOWHATWHENWHERE(why)HOW.
let's get back to this next year, maybe. (side note: sarah, you were so dumb.)
God, prove me wrong please, whenever.

i've been wayyyy too into arts&crafts lately. so excited to be in charge of my nephew mason's 1st birthday decorations. my first big artsy task ever. and i'm being paid for it. i feel so profesional *read in spanish accent. that's how i mean it to sound.* can't wait to take pictures of the final product.

i've been feeling fat these days. my cheeks are coming in. i'm looking like my junior year self.
freak.

i want a wardrobe makeover. i found out recently that my cousin esther (who's on masterchef season 2 right now) knows the host of the makeover show "how do i look?" (yes, the one i applied for after senior year in high school), so i asked her if i could get hooked up and she's like "uhh... honestly, no. you're normal. your sister on the other hand........" fine, i'm ok with borrowing my sister's clothes.

i don't like looking like a 15-year-old. i mean, i do get respect from people, but only when they're obligated to be respectful because it's their JOB. it's worse when i think i'm dressed older and i feel more confident in my age, only to find out that someone STILL thinks i'm a teenager. i wonder how old i'll look when i have kids. yeah yeah i know, i'll be thankful then.

why do i only attract one type of people?
k____n f___s.
subtype: pe________s
just kidding. but not. sigh.

ok -- 30 minutes of stewpid blabber and i'm tired.
off to dreamland, where things don't make any sense and i'm completely fine with it.