loveundercover, my tumblr! I update there more often, but maybe I will still write here too.

Sometimes I don't mind being hit on because it means I'm worth SOMEONE'S attention, even if it's some random drunk guy who doesn't mean it.

Every time I listen to Empire State of Mind, I just want to live in New York SO BADLY. Or at least North Jersey, because that is close enough.

All my roommates are asleep because they have work at 6am tomorrow and I am super not tired, even though I worked for 8 hours today. Despite all the things we have done, talked about, and learned here, I can't think of anything specific or substantial to write.

Summer projects is the kind of thing I wish God hadn't put on my heart to participate in, but, he did! I HATE talking to strangers, meeting new people (especially 50 new people all at once!), coming to a place where the closest ethnic grocery is an hour away and I have no car. I don't like thinking about my faith or realizing that spiritually, I am a total baby and then crying over it in front of OTHER PEOPLE, but this happens over and over and over, every day.

It is weird being challenged. I am so used to life being easy.

Kakorrhaphiophobia

An abnormal fear of failure

Even though most of my posts here are depressing, I really am happy. Happier than I was in high school at least.

Today's big event was the discovery of cellulite on my upper thighs. It's not THAT bad, but up until today I thought this only happened to old fat people. I am finding out many new things, another being that my hair is STILL getting more damaged even with the use of products that protect against heat. I need to stop straightening my hair and stop picking at it. The good news is that I finally found my camera charger. It was in my camera bag side pocket the entire time. Lame!

I think I'm doing better than happy. Is satisfied better than happy?