That awkward moment when you want to cover and dedicate that cover of a song to your boyfriend because of one line but the rest of the song is sort of a horrible thing to dedicate to him… Yup. 

In other news Kris’ prom date, who knows/used to talk to Moustafa, is an absolute sweetheart but I’m scurred she’s gonna steal Templeton. :( Also I’m 95% sure she thinks I’m “special.” :() 

Stayin’ up all night to do mother’s day preparations and making 1 year anniversary gifts. YOLO.

The passion fruit tea that Starbuck sells is the only tea I actually enjoy. 

However I keep making it too weak. 

Also: I’m wearing my lace bunny ears, because why not?

Almost done with the semester/my freshman year of college.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

Here’s a great idea:

Let’s write everything we’ve ever felt in the history of feelings right this second. 

But let’s not write our essay that’s due tomorrow. 

Yes. 　

I love the sound of a newly opened coke. The fizzing bubbles on a warm summer night accompanied by cricket songs is one of the most comforting things you’ll ever know. And the way the humid air wraps around my naked legs and arms, blanketing me in a heavy, sticky, warmth that’s all too familiar. It’s like walking down Decatur Street to Cafe Du Monde during a family visit, and only getting a hot black coffee when the thick New Orleans air is heat enough. Maybe I’m one of the only few who genuinely enjoys sitting in the stifling car that’s been toasted by the hot Texas sun all morning, or laying on the heated metal of the hood for the five seconds that my skin can bare it. Am I the only one who craves the heat of a Southern Summer? The freckles that spread across my shoulders and form a bridge across my left cheek, over my nose, to my right some how define me. When my once winter-kissed ivory skin becomes a deep olive shade, I feel more comfortable. The sandal and tank top tan lines serve purpose as impressive before and after samples. But I don’t think I appreciate anything more than those fizzy coke and cricket song nights. When the fireflies come out and the only comforting music is old timey. When you’re listening to the songs written for the south and old train hoppers, and you take  a break from the cokes to sip on a beer. When you’re condemning Dallas county for it’s light pollution because the stars are the one thing that would make the night even slightly more perfect. But you know you wouldn’t live anywhere else. The chopping water sound of your neighbors sprinklers and the scent of freshly mowed grass. Being intertwined between him and your friends. Knowing this is going to be one of the last nights like this. 

I’ve noticed I make more spelling and grammar mistakes in casual conversation when I’m stressed. I used to have anxiety attacks every time I would do this, it would make me feel like less of a person and I would hate myself for it. Can you imagine actually loathing yourself over the misuse of there/their or a missing apostrophe?

As of late I find myself being maybe a little peeved over the mistakes I catch but I never worry about it too much. That is such a great accomplishment for me! And I wish I could type this up every time someone corrects a mistake for me, because on particularly bad days it’s a trigger to just launch right back to hating myself for not getting it the first time. But that’s just giving in to the stress. And I’ve come too far to do that. So I’ll just ignore it whenever someone throws an astrik behind what I meant, and accept that I’m human and I do make mistakes. It’s taken too long for me to accept that I’m not going to stop now.

-Fun things my mom says now that she has a baby. 

Oh the joys of parenting. I do not wish to experience you any longer.

Things to do after this week: 

• Cinco De Mayo fiesta~*~*
• Dye my hair back to black, bleach parts of it, dye them lilac. 
• REEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAADDDDDDDD
• Garden parties like a boss
• Buy a mattress and set up my bed
• Get a bookshelf and shoe rack
• Organize my room

Things to do right now: 

• Peer reviews 
• Revise my essay 
• Math
• History test
• Speech stuff. 

I should probably get a job too. :/ bleh.