Shoot.

So, recently I've gained weight.
See, I've had problems with my body imagine for years now.
Recently, it's been poo, seeing as I have been gaining weight.
And I can tell you why I have been gaining this weight.
Lately, I haven't been happy.
Which means, I have not been happy dancing.
The happy dancing kept me fit.
Now that I am not happy, I am not happy-dancing, well, at all.
Hence!
Making me fat.

Everything I've ever kept from you.

I'm sick of keeping things in.
Secret messages:

1.
You.
You are so beautiful.
I just don't think you understand.

2.
I wouldn't mind spending all night talking to you in Facebook status'.

3.
Whattheheck.
I'm sorry. What more can I say?
I'm freaking sorry.

4.
We need to be better friends.
I'm sorry I let you slip.
Come back.

5.
Yeah.
I liked your other half for quite some time.
In fact, I still do.
I actually get a little jealous sometimes.
But, it's whatever. Maybe someday.

6.
We could be the best of friends;
I know we could.

Six Words.

English class. First block.
Mrs. Bernard gives us an assignment.
"Write a six word sentence that will make an impression."
"Write six words about your life."
"Write six words that explain some kind of an event, like a birthday."

Let me just say, I love this assignment.
So, over the next couple of months, I will be posting six word blogs.
Six word blogs about how everything is going.
Six word blogs about how I am feeling.
Six word blogs about people I meet.

Let's start off with this one:

New friends. Let's make this last.

One more, for a goodbye:

Lost: One girl's will to live.

Ladies.

Whatever.
It's been a rough day.
But I haven't updated in a while, so it's about time to.
I've been reading a lot. That's nice.
Also, I'm making a bookcase out of boxes.
I just need to think of a way to kind of, connect the two columns.
It will be easier to under stand when I actually finish putting it together.
Hm.

I thought, maybe I'd do two other posts this evening, but, just one will do. I'll put one of my main things here.
Let's get this out of the way:

Dear Dan,
Please, please, please stop.
You make me feel terrible all of the time. When you hug me, I feel like you're still holding on to what cannot be. I feel like you're not moving on. Please stop dweling in the past. Someday, you will meet someone awesome and she (or he. Don't judge.) will love you. I can not be that person. I've told you this before.
s hanging out all the time isn't helping. I still want to be there for you and everything.
But, like on Saturday, when Dustin (I think it was Dustin. Not the point) intoduced me as "dan's girlfriend", I could have screamed and gotten angry and cried all right there and then. What made me angrier was that you didn't say anything. You just accepted it. You didn't even try to explain. You didn't even flinch. I really wish you would've said something. I know it's hard, but still. It's the truth, and the truth sucks.

Hm.
And now I sound like a bitch.
Yay.


Next up, Six Words.

As I sit here alone.

It's 7:08 in the morning, and I am alone in the school library.
I have about ten minutes before I need to get up and head off to class.
So, let me fill you in.

Dan and I broke up a little over a week ago.
Bummer.
But, I broke it off.
Shocker, huh?
Crazy, moody, awkard, lesbian(ish) thing breaks it off with the greatest guy in the world.
Friggin excellent.
Everything will be okay, I know it will be.
I've been to hell and back.
I've been to hell, but I have never left.
But I am still living.
I am, getting through all this crap, and surpassing everyone's previous thoughts on how far I'd get in life.
He is also going places, and will get over this.

Some girl yelled at me
"SUSANNAH DOESN'T LIKE YOU. GET OVER IT."
Thanks?
I don't like her either?
Appreciate it.

I got punched in the head the other day.
Fun stuff.

I will add more later.
Ten minutes goes by quickly when we need to savor it;
Slow when we want it to go away.

-Spencer.

Book Odyssey: HELP.

I need some help with my book odyssey.
Truth be told, I need a list of books to read, and the list is getting thinner and thinner.
What is the book odyssey? Well, it is my personal goal to read 50 books in 2010.
That doesn't seem like a lot, I know, but it's a book a week. For a slow reader like me, that's a lot.
Not a lot, actaully. I just need to get into a schedule.
So, here's my dilema:
I hardly have any books left to read!
I like to have a list of what to read next, so I am prepared and not wasting my time looking for books (even though when your just scanning the shelves, that is when the best books come out) when the time comes to read another.
I am working of Book 7 now (almost done) which is The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger.
After this book, I have about three more that I want to read, including The Great Gatsby, Saving Molly, and Tell Me Where It Hurts. (Yes, I'm a sucker for animal biographies.)
Realize that I am ahead of schduale. If I was right on schedule, I would have just started book three, working my way to book four.
I am about a month ahead of schedule.
Let's call it three weeks, so I don't get to stuck up.
I want to finish my summer reading now, so I don't have to worry about it in Washington, even though I will probubly read even more there.
So, in the comments, tell me what book I should read next.
Now, I doubt that any comments will come in, because, let's face it, nobody reads this.

Fiction or biography. It's going to have to be a really great work of biography for me to read it. I am willing to read non-fiction, but it has to be an INCREDIBLY interesting topic.

If you are reading, comment what your favorite *fiction!* book is.

-Thanks.

Hopefully something intelligent next semester.

I am going to take a moment out of my time to discuss the stupidity of my classmates.

This is roughly how the conversation went:

SHE: *looking on the computer* Eathquake?
HE: What earthquake?
SHE: Apparently there was some earthquake in some weird place the other day.
HE: Really?
SHE: Yeah. Hat.... Hat-i?
HE: Hat i. (Pronounced Hat E.)
SHE: Yeah. Big, too, I guess.
HE: Like my dick?
SHE: *glare*
HE: Hate E. That near Cuba?
SHE: How am I supposed to know. Shoot.

At this point, I tune it out.
JESUS.
How can you not hear about a natural disaster.
Just goes to show how ignorant Americans are.

I love America, don't get me wrong.
But COME ON.

Thank goodness the semester is almost over.
I don't have to deal with these morons anymore.
Different morons, nonetheless.

To clear up the 'Where is Haiti?' question, Jamaica is to the west, and Cuba to the northwest or Haiti. Now you don't have to google it.