oh, and just one more thing.

Sometimes I don't mind too much if I look like a fool in pictures. I also don't mind when I take

 pictures of random things. Nope, I don't.

Also, sometimes it's enjoyable to read punctuation. I mean, read it. For example, when you read a comma you would say "comma" in your head instead of just leaving a natural break, you know?

Also, occasionally the words "very" and "really" take away from the word they are supposed to be enhancing.

Sometimes I think I just need to stop thinking and get over myself.

blogs are not my forte

Yesterday marked a momentous occasion.

I bought nail polish.

WHAAAAATTTT?!?!?!

Okay, so, it wasn't so momentous...Flip, it wasn't even an occasion.

Well, this just turned out to be the most useless post ever blogged.

pulchritudinous

Some days I just feel beautiful...
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even if I have a dirt smear across my chin and cheek

and the clothes I'm wearing make me look frumpy

and my hair is squidged up under a hat.

whaaaaaaat

Yellow is my six dollar shirt from V.V. Boutique.

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And my flip-flops, they're yellow too.

"like a sentimental school boy"

Do you ever imagine people saying things that you very much long to hear?

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Sometimes I try to put a lot of words into an action, any action.

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Sometimes I wonder if God cares that I feel [and look] boyish when I come to meet him. It makes me feel plain and almost immodest.

a sour mood abating, but not yet gone.

Some days I just try to wear as many different colours as possible.