seriously.

So, For the past two weeks I’ve been counseling at my diabetes camp. and it was intense. Alot of the girls that were in my cabin were total A holes. But I managed to survive. And i got to counsel with a bunch of my friends that i went to camp with, and even befriended people up there who ive idolized for years. :] it was a successful two weeks. I might go back up to work another week in august. :)

on a sidenote, the day before i felt for camp, i got fired from the movie theatres. I’m not sure why. they just didnt need me anymore. soooo now i’m poor. wooo.

yeah.

i also never wanna go see a movie again cause i’m too embarrassed to go back.

anywho. i literally just got home, so i’m gonna go sleep. :]

more details lata.

Dear whoever manages my life,

I just want to thank you for giving me, or allowing me to get, diabetes. It’s been an absolutely wonderful thing to carry every day of my life. OH, and even better, THANKS for giving it to my baby sister too. Thanks to you, she can never know what it’s like to be a normal kid. Wonderful. Every day of my life since i was 8 years old, I’ve had to deal with this. I’m 17 now. that NINE YEARS. Nine years I’ve had to live in fear fear that one day I or my sister won’t wake up. Fear that one (or both) of us will have serious complications from this. Fear that neither of us can ever live a truly normal life now. So Thank you for giving me such a wonderful gift.

PS. This is SO last season, I wouldn’t recommend giving it to anyone else, or even re gifting it.

**To be read in sarcastic tone**

Another old school assignment. We had to write a letter to someone who gave us something.

When it comes down to it, a true love story is never really about being in love. It’s about falling in love. It’s about that first time you saw each other at the bar, or the subway, or at school or the beach, even. It’s about the journey you took to get to those precious “I do”’s. Its when you find out that you really are perfect for each other when you’re still upset about that first little fight. It’s about finding the only person you’d die for (and vice versa) and putting them and yourself to the test to see if you both can handle actually being in love with each other for the rest of your lives.

This is a little entry i found from my senior English class. it made me smile. :) I’ve been looking through my desk and going through old papers, so i’ll probably be posting alot of the stuff i find.

seeing as how my internet thing is missing…. :/ awkwardddd.

So the boyfriend is is Nashville. :[ very far. very not with me. I will not see him for 3 whole weeks. GAH. Because the day he gets back, is the day i leave to go be a counselor at my diabetes summer camp for two weeks.

fjkeslakfwsh.

Anywho, i officially DONT have any “Best friend” right now. just multiple friend-like things. awesommme.

I’m excited.

So, it’s fourth of July, and i’m hiding away in my room because if i go downstairs to my parents party, i’ll either end up babysitting, or being picked on my the ‘adults’. no bueno. and for SOME reason, i cant go out to my friends house. AWESOME. I’m not sure why, really.

So, on an unrelated side-note; i had a dream the other night about this guy from my camp that i used to practically be in love with. and as awful as it sounds, the pressure of doing something with him at camp this year is unbearable. i love my boyfriend, but something deep down tells me that we wont be together forever… and i love this guy, we have like EVERYTHING in common. he doesn’t know i love him. and to be honest, i know that nothing will happen with him. but i’m afraid of me starting to love him again. no bueno.

*sigh* i need to clean my motha fuckin’ room.

:/