2014

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I'm talking to a guy I met at a party who is ten years older than me (yikes). Don't see that going anywhere. I'm teaching myself to sing (that's definitely going somewhere). I'm going to finish my novel in 2015. I'm going vegan again in January (or is it vegetarian)? I use parentheses a lot (have you noticed)? I still blog. It's been four years. I'm terribly insecure, yet people have told me I come across as confident (how the heck does that work?) I've got one less problem without you. Yes you. I love Christmas but have had a hard time getting into the spirit this year. I'm a Pentaholic (Pentatonix is the best band in the universe and I'm going to meet them one day.) I make youtube videos. No I don't. Sometimes I do. I will, more. I love water. I need to move out on my own. Soon. I have two cats, three goldfish, and a Betta fish (yes, another one. I'm trying again). I can play lots of instruments just by picking them up. Well. The guitar, the piano, the drums and the clarinet. Is that a lot? Apparently my favorite color is red. I thought it was green. (It used to be purple). I have a job. No, not a career. A job. I'm working on my career. I still want to travel, but I haven't figured out how to pay for that yet. I will. I don't like interacting with people, but my job requires it. Ugh. It's not so bad, really. I want an iPhone. I don't know how to use one. I just realized that I shut myself down a lot. That's not good. Let's be better. I'm good at things. Negotiating. Writing. Listening. Drawing. Singing. (uh, I'm getting there). I can rap (who knew?) I'm a flaky sort of person when it comes to appointments and responsibilities. I like to sit cross-legged a lot. I hate when people spell "a lot" as "alot." I met jamie campbell bower this year and he spoke to me and signed my book. I want kids some day. When I'm at work I'm convinced I don't want kids. I'm also convinced I don't want kids whenever I get my period. But that's normal. I finally have fairy lights in my bedroom but I need pingpong balls to turn them into lanterns. My hair is finally waist-length. I'm learning to come to terms with my acne scars and love them. They're a part of me. I have a car. Her name is Katniss. I've started grad school for the career I really want. I'm becoming strong again. On the inside. Where it counts. I am learning to be me.