Sitting here.

Im sitting here in the bathroom, Pj's are back on and I just had the quickest shower of my life.
I did not want to get out of bed today. I would rather of stayed their all day, and do nothing. The only reason I got out of bed was because my Dad was picking me up to go and get my hair did. If he wasn't coming then I would stay in bed. I have to push myself, do to the things I love. For some reason the past couple of days, I havn't felt like myself, and I don't like it.

Crying

I just dropped a bottle of iced tea, and I started crying.

Just sayin'

I know yesterday's post (I almost wrote lunch.... we all know what's on my mind) was how happy I am but that got me thinking, I'm not totally 100% happy........................

How come I think aboout what's for dinner at breakfeast time?
How come when sometime calls me pretty, I don't belive them, and I just think they are being nice?
How come, I feel alone sometimes, when I am in a room full of people?
Why do I look in the mirror and feel blah?


Just sayin'

Thanks for letting me vent! =)

I'm happy with being me

I'm happy that I love to watch Shirley Temple movies


I'm happy that I love Dean Martin music


I'm happy that I love my job


I'm happy that I love to laugh


I'm happy that I love to eat


I'm happy that I am reading (a little) the Book of Mormon


I'm happy that I am researching the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints


I'm happy that I know every words to all of Celine Dion's older songs (her new songs not so much)


I'm happy that I love my family so much.


I'm happy that my Dad finally let me have a cat!





I present to you Jackson Antonio Banderas Smith (But I'll stick to calling him Jackson)