I have a virus on my computer. I’m using my mom’s laptop at the moment. I’m very upset. Really, I feel like all of my media and pictures and music are about to be lost forever. And to top things off it’s 12:56 AM. I would really like to be asleep right now.
So I think I’m finally becoming content with myself. It just hit me this morning that I really don’t have anything majorly concerning me, about anything, including myself. I’m usually stressing or worrying to death about something, but now I either know things will work out or just don’t care anymore. My self-confidence is higher than every. Why? Who knows. I really just don’t care about certain things anymore. I care, but I don’t worry about it. So that’s not an ignorant I don’t care, that’s a self-confident I don’t care.
So, I’m pretty happy right now. Yes, I have things I don’t want to do or am worried about, but they will pass and I’m just praying about them. It’s all working out.
One thing I forgt to mention about Charleston this past weekend: Clay, Autumn, and I were walking back to Clay’s appartment from Sticky Fingers. I had to carry the to-go box home, and I wasn’t happy about this because it just looks dumb holding a to-go box and I didn’t even want my leftovers in the first place. So while I’m being selfish and stubborn and immature about the situation, a homeless man walks by. Clay snatches the to-go box from me and says, “Here man you want this? It’s our leftover chicken fingers and french fries.” At first, the man doesn’t know what to say, but takes the box saying, “Thank you very much. Have a blessed night.” Another reason why I like Clay.
I did do something though. I did give the man a smile and told him to have a goodnight. I hope he did.
He completely astounds me! REALLY. He completely amazes me! He is what I want to be. Talented and can speak at least three languages. Ugh. He’s so good. I love him.
FAVORITE BANDS. Mainly, becaue all the voices are beautiful! Except for If These Trees Could Talk, obviously, because they are instrumental.
I have more favorite songs of course, but these guys make everything sound good.
I don’t understand this. My mom just yelled at me and said I needed to stop being augumentative. I wasn’t being augumentative, I was asking her questions. She told me to start the dishwasher and I was just asking her how it worked. She said I needed to stop arguing with her and just do what I was told. This makes me super angry. Yes, there are times when I am augumentative. I CANNOT STAND getting yelled at when I am truly doing nothing wrong. So for just being curious on the mechanics of a dishwasher, I got in trouble.
I can’t wait to leave home. I seriously think it’s better for me and my parent’s relationship if we see each other less. Really, I’m in a better mood when I haven’t seen them for a while, like when I come back from a trip. We are nicer to each other then, unlike when we see each other everyday.
